The dead planets will be used for war, the ugly gray rock contaminated with radiation and the sand burning like a funeral pyre. The eyeless robots will stalk and crawl over the jagged and sharp-toothed landscape like strange metal animals, inhuman movements and silent commands, beams and strobes of flashes, the green and blue neon blood of a malfunctioning soldier, torso wires and battery acid spewing an oily black liquid, dysfunctional sensors go dark, into the twilight and dusk, a glowing lake and sinking craters, the smoke plumes and ballistic hornet drones overhead, a screaming war-witch in an orb, end this world, end those worlds too.