As I close my eyes and listen, it's as if I'm watching a mechanical construct orbit the earth, spewing red death and nuclear fire indiscriminately upon a metropolis, and as I stand in disbelief some distance away, the sky is a vivid orange, black with smoke. Really, it evokes a feeling of dissociative awe, and passive acknowledgement of the destruction. There is no hope, and I shall not move from where it is that I stand. I shall only stand slack-jawed and weep.