SAVE! ZONE! ONE!
At a certain hour, it can be projected that 90% of the country's strategic forces will be within ZoneOne - situated in the North Atlantic - and initiating so-called 'SaveZoneOne', in an effort to preserve the world's culture.
Insofar as "Save Zone One" is concerned, the world's culture amounts to fifteen blocks, between Macys and Broadway, in New York.
Note: Supporting documentation contains the site map, and pertinent statistics. eg. Broadway shows currently in debut (40).
Isolated groups of high-altitude fighter bandit streak the sky - classic, silver tear-wing, bubble-cockpits and American star decals - blue, mythic angels, the formations angled stylishly in the time-honoured traditions of the corporate logo.
Their pilots, motionless behind sombre black masks, and dangling elephantine trunks of corrugated rubber, resemble dark, expressionless Hindu deities.
The radio aether is briefly jammed with the scream of static and a cross talk of call signs...
"...Sierra!! ...Sierra!! ...Zulu!! ...One!!!..."
The earth's crust cleaves, like a broken diamond, and shatters into a cobweb of tiny fractures.
A filament of arterial red blooms across the network, reflected, miles high, in the convex trim of fuselage, or eclipsed by a flat profusion of alphanumeric identities and cryptic understatements of ground-crew safety tags... Caution: High-Temperature Gas Intake, Caution: No Hand-Hold Above, Caution: Guidance Enable Latch Panel "L".
The black (mercilessly black) Plexi-visors inside, now a streaming panorama of strato-cirrus and blinding starbursts, juddering unevenly in a banging whitewater of high velocity air.
Below, a blistering tide of escaping mantle seeps into the tectonic system of a thousand new continents.
Surgical strikes, on continuous scramble, upload 'green light' telemetry, the on-boards hacking through ordinance violation checklists, and tracing blind scenarios for an optimal yield aerial detonation of standing waves along each infraction.
Blue sky crystallizes overhead.
The fighters turn, as drone wasps, flashing a sudden lethal glint of sunlight, trajectories folding into Möebius strips ...and break for their appointed targets.