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Memory loss and inability to acquire new memories are common consequences of traumatic brain injury, and memory dysfunction is an expensive, long-term treatment problem for the military. Recovery from loss of memory associated with critical work and life tasks is essential to the recovery of a brain-wounded warfighter. A biomimetic model of the hippocampus could serve as a neural prosthesis for lost cognitive function and memory impairment.
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Can you believe this schtick?!
Becoming integrated with the GOLOV Software had beleaguered the precinct
Trevor was flown to the Cambridge Technical Institute for procedural briefings
Dehumanization was tough - the process seemed complicated enough
to take a storm trooper and place him in flux; without the uninhibited oscillation of guts
Army administration agencies bugged trainee's brains with neurological sensors
If their bodily temperature was off, they read: "INOPERABLE: enter physiological member"
Trevor could hardly remember the contractual obligations, sat in his seat
The cold steel of the synaptic-marine-diaphragm did nothing to curb his chattering teeth
He was told he was chosen to be a test subject; there were an average of three
The galaxy raffle was deep - he lackadaisically replied "Not like it matters to me."
This savage regime had already surrounded him with seven lifetimes of battle debris
The virtual database fastened his genes - robotic castrators stabbed in his cheeks
Yet in his mind, the throes of havoc were peace - stress levels were rather relieved
His widow's peak revealed a plastic physique, the artificial atoms conceived
...fortunately left his body in tact for the evening, they slurred all the facts
swarmed upon him with girders & straps, a brand was burnt on his back
His vertebrate snapped; beyond the glass, observing surgeons & reservists would clap
The pressures of DNA alteration were painful; they even mechanized his urinal tract
if he had acquired anything, it was the immortality that Copernicus lacked
Many futurists and technological purists were alarmed at all the bad reports
concerning how test subjects ended up as museum exhibits and as lab décor
Trevor's consciousness was captured, this was last resort - he'd lay in freezers
Acclimation made him grey and weaker...
He was the product of the Army's own "Create Your Own Player" feature
Life wasn't in limbo, it was split into ten modes -
His remaining senses told him to let go but he was an efficient, killing machismo
Molecular adjustments had infiltrated combat, it infringed on his thin soul
All of a sudden, the central console freezed up -
In the darkness, cognitive eruptions, morsels of being were debased & stretched
The chief of staff even tried to pacify his H.M.S. - "Please, Major...rest."
but by tampering with his DNA, he hadn't a strand of patience left
An eerie silence prefaced stages that'd leave him in a cybernetic matrix
The prolonging of life had uncomfortable consequences: Cryogenic stasis
Have you ever heard the phrase that "good is a flirt, and evil is teasing us?"
Dendrites became foundries and light medians...the effects brutal, but quite genius
GOLOV took Trevor, like many unaware troopers, into perpetual war zones
They were condemned as luminescent ortho's...
Soldiering on in an endless portal of undead veteran virtuoso's.