The First Farmer had flown high as in the end, his wings had gotten clipped!
Which meant...
Noah shook his head.
'I have to think of many more possibilities. Have to account for fact that anyone powerful enough to matter has probably already been neutralized. Have to assume that resistance to The Fallout won't come from ancient beings revealing themselves at critical moment…'
Schrodinger and any others were not something to be counted on!
HUUM!
Noah's eyes flashed with brilliance.
'It all comes back to me. My Principles. My Civilization. My…Way'
WAA!
As always.
The coughing fit continued for several more seconds before finally subsiding, The First Farmer's breathing gradually returning to something approaching normal…though normal for him meant labored and weak rather than healthy.
Elyndra looked apologetically toward Noah, her expression carrying embarrassment mixed with concern.
