‘I suggest, Sir,’ she said, sliding the pile of papers back to him, ‘that you reread that with my notes. Your rice contains arsenic, your cinnamon contains lead, your water and fish are radioactive..’ She leveled her gaze at him. ‘What is your endgame? Evolution? Devolution? Biome modification? Poison? Death? Space travel? Remote genetic testing?’ She pursed her lips for a moment, breathing in. ‘No, sir. Either way these food banks only serve to enrich you - we will be closing all trade. If you wish communication to continue, I will establish a remote dialing system. All concepts are theoretical, and it is up to you and your populace to continue your survival. The only thing I will trade is data. You will choose your path this war.’ She stood up, indicating the meeting was over. ‘Once you leave this room, your population will be on its own. But I will continue to assist you remotely if I can. May you survive,’ she said, shaking the diplomat's hand. It wasn't his fault his leaders were desperate, and she did not want a country of corpses on her conscience again this war.
Sally’s hologram walked back to Johnny after the bunker door closed.