A war started, its 2054, and fidget spinners are the worlds most precious resource. We've developed spinner after spinner, sharpening them and turning then into weapons. Colossal spinners reaching into the atmosphere roam the battlefield upright, demolishing everything in its path. They wait in the ocean until they are commissioned, then roll onto land.
They are sentient. We do not control them. But they cannot be controlled; only feared.
The second cold war was going fine, until one of them rolled onto land, and destroyed an entire country. Iceland is submerged into the sea now.

Every general and their wife ordered an attack, because no one could figure out who broke the M.A.D. treaty.
Fidget spinners roam the earth now; and we are the broken generation of the 2040s.
Somehow we lost our control of the spinners and they decided they didn't like us on "their" planet anymore.

This offends me as a vegan transgender hipster Native-American-Indo-Chinese hybrid alien agnostic-atheist German engineer who vapes fairtrade organic decaffeinated compressed and hydrated extra-protein soy breast milk on the regular and does Hindi Kama Sutra naked crossfit yoga 5 times per week. I'm also a nonbinary trigender genderqueer male feminist and identify myself as a pastafarian pansexual genderfluid Apache helicopter dog of mega multi alpha beta gamma delta omega combo god of hyper death who's in a polygamous polyamorous relationship to the chihuahua which helped me cross the border of Mexico because it hates Donald Trump. My dog also walks me to the park and doggy styles me, if you find that weird you're an ignorant arrogant homophobic gender-assuming globaphobic bloodthirsty gun-loving cisgender pansexual bestial sexist racist incestuous white-previlege misogynistic biased objectified raped privileged Nazi slave owner terrorist lesbian.