Deep inside an underground complex, two women and two men stood in front of a large terminal, their figures obscured by the combat armour they were wearing. While the shapes of their armour was the same, the decorations on them were different: one of the men had glowing, yellow stripes running all over the surface, giving him a futurustic appearance, while the other had intertwining, blue rings painted on his armour that weaved a chainmail pattern. One woman had red highlights on her armour in strange places, making it as if she was only a ridiculously well-decorated and well-scaled doll, while the other had green shapes running all over her gear, creating frighteningly strange pictures. Because of this, they seemed as if they were a part of a greater whole, while being individuals in their own right, which was not far from the truth.
"The analysis should be complete in a few minutes," said the man in the yellow-striped armour. "But I do not think that the results will be statisfactory."
"Whatever results we get, it will be statisfactory," said the woman whose armour was decorated by the green shapes. "There is simply no way that so much data and so much invested time will not have a reward."
"I think he is talking about something else," said the man with the blue chainmail pattern on his armour.
"Oh yes," agreed the woman with the doll-like armour. "He refers to the fact that the simulation will have unexpected results. Not the fact that it will be a failure."
The man in the yellow-striped armour simply nodded to that statement, which caused a pregnant silence to fall on the group, as everyone was wondering what were the results going to be. Were they going to be favourable? Horrible? Perhaps even-world-shattering? They had simply no way to know until the world's first accurate fortune-teller program continued running on the world's largest computer, probably the only machine that would ever be capable of running it. Of course, all four people knew that to predict the future perfectly was simply impossible, yet, they have still attempted to do it in the light of recent events. For one year, they have worked on this program, gathering data and running simulations of the past events with it, making sure it would be as accurate as possible. They have poured all their expertise and knowledge into it.
Then, the results arrived, and the mysterious figures could not help but stare at the display in front of them with sheer disbelief. The results displayed there were not amongst the outcomes they have predicted. After all, nobody could have predicted that the current state of the world would eventually result in a nuclear war in merely about ten years' timie. Nobody could have even thought that the ruling parties were as short-sighted as to allow something like that, but despite all evidence, the results of the machine displayed just exactly that.
"Is this really accurate?" asked the man with the blue chainmail pattern on his armour.
"Yes, of course it is," answered the man, whose armour was decorated by yellow stripes. "I have made sure that I entered the correct factors and I triple-checked the program. There are no glitches that I know of, nor are there calculation errors. This is the state the world will end in if there is nothing done against it."
"But what can we do against the whole world?" asked the woman with the green shapes on her armour.
"Simple," answered the woman with the doll-like armour. "We must become the enemies of the world. We must create a threat that is greater than any of the major players on the field. We must teach everyone how to cooperate."
"Yes," nodded the man with the yellow stripes on his armour. "But it will not be an easy road, for even though many have started along this path, they have never made it to the end. They always fell to the world somewhere in the middle of the path. We, though, have to make it to the end, for if the world has no longer anything to fight against, then it will fight against itself."
