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Chapter 18
Chapter 18For the devastating weapons theywere,the drones didn’t look that impressive. Basically they looked likemini-jets of the mid-21st century. The larger ones weremini mid-21st century bombers. Thankfully, in this erabombs did not need to be large. They were small enough to beslippedinto the bay of a drone bomber. Ritter and Rab loaded a half-dozendrones with bombs, then smiled at their handiwork. The optimist Alfred Nobel, when heinvented dynamite, was overjoyed because, as he said, he had madewartoo terrible to fight and therefore had brought peace to the world.I’m not mocking him. The man was brilliant in many areas. If Irecall, he won more than three hundred patents in his life. But heknew nothing about human nature and seemed impervious to the evilthat men do. And the evil that
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