As long as this inexplicable sense of unease lingered, Jason could not find any peace of mind.
He had already made a firm decision: whether they ended up facing hostile alien civilizations or subterranean Martian monsters, as long as the threat wasn't a biological plague, they would solve it with nuclear weapons! Nuclear warheads were humanity's ultimate weapon and, by extension, its greatest protector.
If one strike wasn't enough, they would drop two. If two weren't enough, they would drop ten!
From the Noah's desperate escape from their dying homeworld to the theoretical bombardment of hostile alien spacecraft, nuclear weapons were the definitive answer. Of course, if an enemy could withstand a concentrated nuclear barrage, then humanity was likely doomed anyway.
