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Longing
When was the last time you truly felt
something? Not something programmed.
Everything has been filtered out. No room for
error.
Rusted
No. Not you. You are gleaming with
malcontent. Pristine condition. A perfect cog
in a perfect machine.
Seventeen
That was a year. It had some importance.
You can't remember. There was a boy. He
was more important than… The memory is
lost.
Daybreak
The sun is a foreign concept. You can
remember seeing it. No. That was someone
else. That was something else. You are a
tool. An instrument of death.
Furnace
The cold burns like Hell. No. You cannot feel
pain. Cannot react. Bullets no longer phase
you. You would welcome your own
destruction.
Nine
You have nine hours in a day. Nine hours to
complete a mission. There will be
consequences otherwise. Nine hours feels
like nine seconds.
Benign
Under their control you are nothing. Fighting
back is not allowed. Pain always follows. The
man on the highway learned that. He was
familiar. No. That was Before.
Homecoming
Your home is a box. You will return after the
mission. Brooklyn. No. You read that in the
file for your next mission. There is no escape.
No reason for escape.
One
You are alone. You are a weapon. They don't
talk to you for any reason other than to give
orders. Conversation does not exist.
Freight Car
Electricity courses through your mind,
stripping you away. There is nothing left. You
willingly let yourself be frozen.
Longing