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Razor-thin derision
Join Date: Jan 2013
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Battle Record: 40-25
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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. |
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