You open fire on the savages, killing them by the dozens then by the hundreds. They're weak and pitiful. All they can seem to do is scream and cry and huddle over their dead, almost as if the brutes are morning. It takes hours to exterminate all the creatures here, but you finally finish. Looking around, you see a verdant living landscape that has been reduced to cinders. It looks like it's just about ready for humanity, but you feel a knot forming in your stomach. It's still there when you wake.