The final assault began not with coordinated strikes or tactical brilliance, but with Captain Netweaver's fishing fleet performing synchronized sailing maneuvers around conversion ship Gamma-Seven while singing traditional sea shanties at maximum volume.
The enemy's response was telling: instead of simply destroying the small boats, they deployed a full analysis team to study the "complex acoustic patterns" and "coordinated movement algorithms," convinced that the fishermen were executing some form of sophisticated psychological warfare.
"They're trying to decode our battle hymns," Netweaver reported cheerfully. "Should we switch to lullabies?"
"Keep singing," I replied. "You're doing exactly what we need."
Across both continents, similar scenes were playing out. The chaos wasn't rando
