I was flying in a spy plane over China. I could see an enormous, sprawling city, maybe 10 to 20 million people. There was a large river cutting through the middle. I knew that the country had become divided. An insurgency had revolted against the government. The government detonated a small nuclear weapon in the city's eastern part to squash the rebellion. I watched the flash and pillar of light rise into the sky, an orange mushroom cloud spread into the upper atmosphere, and a fog of grey dust and smoke spread across the ground, consuming buildings and people in its path.

I dropped lower to the ground souring across the building tops. Most were apartment buildings, maybe four to five stories in height. I could see children running frantically in the streets, the ground shaking violently. I then found myself flying down the middle of a road, and as I looked back, I could see a small bird fluttering up and down, trying to avoid a collision with a small delivery truck. The bird fluttered across the front windshield, over the top of the truck, then continued flapping down the street.