The war was over, and the birds had won. The birds, enslaved by humanity for many centuries, had risen up in revolution. A few mutant genes, and the tables had turned. The mutation let the birds see into the minds of humans and read their deepest and darkest thoughts. They saw evil and the desire for power in each and every one and turned the humans against each other. For many years the humans were at war with themselves, until only one remained. With horror, the human looked up at the ravaged cities, the bodies lying dead in the streets, and finally at the bloody knife in his right hand and his former best friend, stabbed through the heart on the ground. In the trees, the birds chirped triumphantly.

The war was finally over.