Mars sighed. "Wars used
to be so personal, so fun," he mused, strolling
to the window with his hands behind his back. "You don't know what it's
like to have a man's steaming guts spill out all over you. Fountains of
love—" he snickered —"*blood*, I mean...fountains of blood in the
cold
morning air...there's nothing like it."
He shook his head. "But...now
that there are so many more people in the
world, a way had to be found to kill more people at one time. Thus...atom
bombs."
Mars sighed again, his massive
armored chest rising and falling in a
surprisingly gentle way.