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0. Prologue
A GMU is a genetically modified unit. I am one of them. My modifications made me a Rank Z, which is the highest grade among GMUs. Many don’t think of us as human beings and mockingly call us ‘zombies’. It took my Godfather years to find the right sequence he needed to create the traits I am carrying. There were others with whom I shared the same components, but they did not survive the training.
Units are brought to life to use, to train or do with as the respective Godfather wants. The law states that because we are a product made by our creators, we belong to them. We are products. Things. We do not have rights.
Since we are not cheap most of us are seen as status symbols and treated like works of art, those are the lucky ones.
I belong to KRATOS. GMUs from KRATOS are fighters in one way or another. The company is in the hands of Ignatius W. Kratos a former gangster turned warmonger turned businessman. He is above the law and thus the law does not see his dealings.
I am one of his best units. Workname Lima Cobain. Codename Silence and I am not lucky.
Currently, I am on a mission assigned specifically to me. The cause of my creation. The underlying reason why I was brought into existence. Officially, I am a unit lended to the RDA to help infiltrate and fight against the Na’vi. Truthfully, I am sent by Godfather to amass information, sabotage, and make sure KRATOS can move in as soon as the RDA has met its ruin.
Although right now, my head feels like it is splitting in two after waking up from the cryosleep.