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"We got lazy," he thought, as he casually strolled through the radioactive wasteland that had once been a bustling metropolis.
The cold, gray sky allowed no sunlight, as the wind funneled airborne death through the ashes of civilization.
He couldn't recall where he was when it all went down, but he could recall the aftermath just fine.
Millions vaporized, cities reduced to rubble.
He shuddered as his thoughts conjured the images of those that managed to survive the attack.
"Such a waste," he thought. "A pointless, pitiful, waste of life."
"Mercifully," he mused, "I was killed in the first blast."

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