These were the days of the destruction of Japanese cyclotrons, their geologically buxom heavy water dumped into the Pacific where it became amnio-centis for all kinds of giant monsters, mikkimoto manitous and gila gilgameshii, flying-reptile Nostromos and prophetic Nostradamnshames.

Occupation Authority General Luther "Cornfed"/ "Lucky" Leeiacocca commanded every Japanese national to hara-kiri, chopping the head of the one in front of him and so on in a great Amway pyramid scheme. On the home front, restrictive anti-Asian covenants for housing projects pepper and crater the U.S. Constitution as America enters "the Amniocentis Century".

Undaunted, Voxhumana Mishima climbs into an Air Force post-Stealth HopToad in the squinty Chuck Yeager suncloud afternugent.

Clamps down the canopy, clamps on his goggles. Turns the squiggle. Nothing.

Little Ms. Can't Be Veronica "China" Lake had swindled the Co-Prosperity Spherical So Nu Order out of its last dram of fuel. The War was over, or had barely just begun.

In later life, Mishima dies demi-peacefully of ATM charges.