My Navy

Silent as sylphs they circle above me, fashioned from and beaming light in every direction. Gargantuan, luminous juggernauts crafted with delicate, elegant precision in every hulking, redundant buttress. From stem to stern they glisten and bristle with the latest smile-guided technologies. Each one a vastly abundant, armored arsenal of love-based ordinance brazenly draped in layers of state-of-the-art delivery systems.

Carrier-based aircraft are equipped with “fire and forget” Ally Forge missile systems and spite dampeners. Sortie-specific ordinance would include, but is not limited to, laughter cannon packages loaded with both Archangel and Muggle-Cutter rounds, high vibration frequency emitters, and the HV1 HATE-PAVE cluster bunker buster.

Carrier-based delivery platforms are far too imprudently numerous to empirically prove exist. Those that have been documented include harmony launcher turrets flanked by quad gratitude cannons firing the ground-shaking hundred and thirty-eight millimeter Forgiveness cartridge. The HONESTY phased array, full spectrum point-defense system and the stalwartly armored and balanced bulwarking belowdecks render these silently gliding mammoths virtually unassailable.

Each solemn behemoth powered on love, radiating light, and cloaked in spiritual stealth technology.

Somewhere nearby a cloud of Suffer Buster aircraft drops from the belly of one of these Love Juggernauts and in ever-shifting swarmation proceeds toward its target. They fire Empathy Flechette randomly into crowded office buildings and light up secondary targets enroute to the primary objective. The payload they carry is tailored to the occasion and surgically delivered to create chain reactions that cause collateral happiness.

This is my navy.

And in its wake it leaves naught but smoldering piles of joy.