A poem was the best way to express it

First, giants herded all the people

into the basements of buildings

by breaking windows and rattling walls

and once a suitable number were down there,

sprayed them with chemicals to preserve them

and then knocked down the buildings

and sealed the people in, for freshness.

Then, the city set about building itself

back up again in its own image.

Power stations grew up in the rubble

of office buildings, and the occasional

remaining human flitted about in airplanes

or cars. The highways were still there,

now flanked by gigantic constructions

housing supercomputers in competition

with each other. And they had weapons.

They took potshots at whatever seemed

offensive; aggressive; overdesigned; larger;

moving; communicating; questioning.

Briefly, the people & their aircraft

were the only things moving;

then Risa invented a supercomputer

that could fly. The day it launched,

a cruise ship bristling with weapons,

it owned the world. It circled the globe

a hundred times, destroying anything

that resisted. I couldn't stop it,

and I couldn't wake myself up.