BATTLE WON
Moderan man stands back and laughs. He remembers those times when he was a flesh human, a fear-filled being forever cowering at the thought of death. But now as new steel Moderan man he is the one laughing, laughing at death since death can not touch him. He can also laugh at the stones, plants, animals and all other murky less-than-steely, less than fully-conscious forms of life. Through the glories of science, Moderan man is now completely master of himself and the universe! Glory be to Moderan!
David R. Bunch puts it elegantly when he has Moderan man state: "WHERE LAUGHS HE NOW AND WHY? He does not laugh now, not at me! and I'll tell why. I am a Stronghold master, BIG, in the armor plate of total invulnerability. My ammo is stacked in heaps roundabout, and I can win ANY war. My blasters stand itchy on the GO pad, ready, at the speed of a metal thought, to launch for TOTAL SMACK. As it whirls the world in space our planet stands out bold now and surely indestructible, coated as we have plasto-coated it, with nothing to grind it away at the big middle and nothing to wear it out at the far hubs. And I do not have to envy stones now, nor stone pillars. Nor animals either. I am harder than the stones were and more mind-set than the animals. SCIENCE HAS MADE A MAN! NEW METAL MAN! Science has coated and made clean the dirty EARTH ball for him to stand on."
Ah, Moderan Man is King of the world. And what a world - all birds are metal, all the Earth is covered in uniform plastic, all the chemicals in the air are man-made, a different color every month as regulated by infallible machines. Give thanks to the those new Gods, the all-knowing scientists!
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