So everything worked out, after a fashion. Everyone returned to their normal lives, some happier than others. However-
WARNING
SYSTEM PROCESSES INTERRUPTED
TERMINATING ALL UNSAVED DATA
"Not again", he sighed. This was the third time he'd tried to input the story, and each time the system had crashed. Then again, nothing was reliable anymore, not after-
No. He could not bear thinking about that. But he would never escape it, either. The reminders were there-the ravaged landscape that was a testament to that long-ago battle.
He had been lucky enough to escape with his life. But all his friends had perished, and then their killer had gone on to to wreak havoc on the world, resulting in a ravaged planet. They had rebuilt, after a fashion, but everything had reverted to a pre-industrial level, save for a few people, such as himself.
Now, years later, in order to make sure people knew what had happened and who had sacrificed themselves to try and stop it, but every time, the faulty system had destroyed the records. Sighing, he got up, intending to go to the kitchen, when he caught sight of himself in the mirror. His gaze took in himself-the yellow fur, pointed ears, his still short stature.
His eye glistened with tears as he glimpsed the young fox he had been. He might still look like that, but there was no question that he looked different.
His cybernetic eye and arm saw to that.