World governments never declared peace, merely becoming old without dignity. Defensive measures and dependence on stability of diminishing primary resources forced a disarmament. Now patriotic or just plain angry teenagers take sticks and makeshift armor across a border via rapid transit. Finding another gang of teenagers of a separate faction or different ideology. These two forces clash at a local park or social club. Feircely beating lecturns to state the precepts and values of their ideology geneally over the local drink. Then, their mission of diplomacy and social change nearly complete. They decide whether to beat each other senseless before returning home.
More often than not these sortie soirees ended in peace, fond memories and promises to later call each other to indulge in a VR game, some bizare sexual ritual, or a combination of the two.
A violent last gasp of the chaotic ecoRight trying to save the convoluted ecosystems of beurocracy that allow swarms of unique managers and administrators to surive, is met with swift and placid resistance.
A means of destruction part sentient computer, part hungry fungus, seeks to digest all sentient life in a grasp towards absolute power via knowledge.
Order triumphs and the cycle of voluntary ego death to sustain life through the cataclysm proceeds.
Also: Prefab shelters useful for waiting for a bus need rubber skirts along their bottoms to stop drafts while still maintaining the ability to be placed on uneven ground without altering the base design.
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