Dream: David Martin, his daughter and I are going from house to house in post-apocalyptic Kansas, looking for refuge. Everywhere we go, we see black computers, which we know are the invaders. Their vehicles are tricked-out red Ford F-150 pickups. In one house, we say goodbye to a nice older couple, then get on a lawn mower and decide to head toward Oklahoma. I realize I forgot my wallet and we go back inside, where the computers have proliferated and the older couple are gone. David sets an explosive charge, then uses the ventilator shaft to escape to the basement.

We ride the mower to the next town where we discover a warehouse surrounded by the red Fords. I decide that if I wish it, we will have frequency-shifting 29th-century shotguns and can kill the computers. We enter the warehouse and the battle begins. At first the computers generate easy-to-kill imps (like in Doom 2), and we annihilate them with our shotguns. I then see one with a maniacal look on its face, and when I shoot, it turns red and isn’t harmed.

“David, they’ve adapted to our frequencies!” I shout, and we are driven toward the center of the room. At that point, we decide to rupture the power cores of our shotguns, which will destroy the Earth.