A Peculiar Dream

The Axe Ace fell into a dreamful sleep, He had a rather peculiar dream: He was some spiritual figure, or was it a being so technologically advanced as to be godlike in ability? it didn't matter, what mattered is that he saw mercenaries like him duking it out in space over "assets" for "the bottom line". He was able to do so by imagining zooming in on it, he did so in a fashion not a far cry from how a god would over his creations. He saw men fighting in machines of baryonic material bolted together, machined for the purpose of fending off hostile blasts of enemy fire, which was less able to do so than the astonishing blasts of their engines, which utilized hunks of heavy metal heated to the point of radiating most of their energy as short-wavelength photons, so astonishingly primitive it seemed to his godly train of thought, that he stood aghast of how backwards it seemed, sizably transhuman apes, but not as transhuman as what he was, fighting over hunks of primordial rock bored out to feed industries that made more of their warcraft and more of what they were fighting over...