The vast cruisers glided across the sky of broken New York City, each a distinct color. Pillars of smoke, mottled grey and black rose up to meet them. All the tallest skyscrapers were bent and broken, and when they had toppled, they felled everything in their paths. The defenders of the city had been completely ineffective, and the charred husks of tanks and fighter jets were all that was left of the attack on the vermillion cruiser. On the ground, tunnels had collapsed and made deep furrows going across the city, sparking with electricity. Broken glass lay everywhere, and cars had plowed into buildings wherever the streets hadn’t caved. From above, the people running and crawling looked like ants, disorganized and frenzied.