It was the 1234th year of the Galactic Era.
After a long galatic war, humanity was on the verge of extinction.
The war was over. The war was over because all humans who could fight had died.
Lost to death, on a remote sandy planet at the outskirts of the galaxy, I found a large museum.
There was a sign there. 〇〇 (Unreadable) National Museum of War and Weapons.
It was a opulent, palace like building that gave off the feeling of a bygone era and civilisation.
I entered the museum.
A female guide robot stood there in the gentle, dim light peculiar to museums.
She looked at me and smiled softly as she said a line that she would have repeated tens of thousands of times.
“Welcome. Would you like a guided tour of the exhibits?”