‘I call ‘em the Peace Pretenders, Sal. They don't care about peace. They dress war up in fancy science and banquets, but they don’ care about peace, about people's lives. They don’ care about nothin’.’ He bent down and lifted the little latch on Sally's grave. Her corpse finally finished uploading all of her data- biometric markers, DNA, genetic coordinates, epigenetic alterations of her. Her hologram appeared next to him. ‘We gotta coordinate, Sal.’ Her hologram sat next to him at their gravesite. ‘We gotta keep going. For their Future.’ The hologram nodded, watching their children bend down, leaving roses on their grave.