After the war, our world became colorless and drab. Our fog-heavy existence smothered most. Without color, meaning was suffocated. The Earth's population collapsed by half in only three years. What once was, was no more.
Then I encountered Sable, a feline. Felines were always capable of speech. They simply chose silence. Instead, they listened. Why should they speak? We took care of them. They had no worries.
The first word Sable uttered to me was "Nanobots." Her pronunciation was elongated, but precise. I retrieved my dignity from the floor. "Did you say, nanobots?"
"It's really quite simple. Release my formula into the atmosphere, and color will return." Sable stretched and purred.
The project dragged on for eleven months. Today we launched. The Zeppelins roared as they scattered the bots.
The sky dripped with color. Hope. I felt odd. "Sable? Sable! What have you meow? Where m'ow the mrrbots? Mreh?"
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