His paw rested lightly on the flashing red button, the grim and maddening silence of the bunker closing in. The monitor in front of him was a spider web of yellow arcs and circles. Several words blinked insistently in the monitor’s lower left corner.

Enemy launches initiated. Execute Echo Alpha Sonar Zero.

The fox realized he was laughing. Industrial carpet and titanium walls bore mute witness.

Seven billion, he thought as he giggled. Just push the button. It’s my job isn’t it?
***

Just a drunken fragment. Might tie this in to how the planet Cold Station Six orbits became a nuclear wasteland.