I'll be so quiet for you
Look like a child for you
Be like a shadow of a shadow 
Of a shadow for you
Of a shadow for you
Imagine the ultimate weapon. Clever-brained monkeys thought to use radiation to pacify cities, leaving machines and concrete to inhabit at some uncertain future date. Amateurs. Cartoon super gods bring physics itself to a screeching halt, flinging human bodies from the face of the earth. Water remains. Great, hundred-year old trees remain. Industry remains. An entire world devoid of intelligent and dexterous primates, ready for settlement. 