DA snippet: X4
Crazy transgen ahoy!
Not right, not him, nuh uh. A good soldier, a good soldier did things, things that he didn't do. Or things that he didn't do right. Something. There was something, and he knew _that_ because They were never wrong, and They said he wasn't right and.
Soldiers, play-soldiers were at his sides. Watch out! boo! and he widened his eyes and opened his mouth and. Watch out. They hit him--hard. Hit him with the butts of their guns. Hit his stomach, hit his ribs. Not good. Never give up, never let the enemy see you hurt, never
Right, right, he wasn't right. Not the enemy, those play-soldiers. Worked for Them, listened to Them, and they did and they were and they were scared of him because. Because he had. He had done something. Hadn't done something. Something. He thought, maybe, he must have. Something. Right?
Maybe They would tell him. Maybe They wouldn't. They were unpredictable like that. He remembered that, didn't he? Yes. He did. He remembered that. Kill. But. Kill but not them, not Them. But he had, hadn't he? Uh huh. He wasn't right. Wasn't right because a good soldier, a good soldier did
"X4-392"
That was him. Him, he remembered that there was a him and that was it. X4-392, "yes sir!" and his hand couldn't rise. Salute, soldier! Couldn't move, couldn't move. Restraint. Capture, couldn't move, couldn't move, enemy, couldn't move! kill!
"At ease, X4-392."
At ease. Easy. He remembered. He remembered that, easy at ease, soldier, now. And. Where was he? Oh. He knew that. He knew that he knew that. Right. Right. Duty. Mission. Discipline. Manticore. Manticore. Manticore, he knew that, he did.
Small faces, rows and rows and eyes. Watching. Him. Watching him and they shouldn't see him because. They should look, they should know because he was them. They were him. He was. Something, had been. A soldier. Right. X4-392, sir!
"X4-392 is defective. X4-392 failed his mission, his unit, his country."
No. No? Hadn't. Not him. Probably. Maybe. Mission, dusty, discipline, Manticore--sir?sir?sir? That couldn't be right, because he was dutydisciplinemission. He was Manticore, he was, he was
Screaming. Leg, bleeding, hurting--not right, not right--enemies, but no enemies, one of Them and had to listen to Them. On the floor, but don't show weakness up up up again and screamed again and wide eyes were on him, scared, scared, poor little babies and you'll get used to it. Unless you don't.
Oh. Oh no. Don't. Better, he'd do better, don't because. He was a good soldier. A good soldier, he was X4-392 and he was
Not right, not him, nuh uh. A good soldier, a good soldier did things, things that he didn't do. Or things that he didn't do right. Something. There was something, and he knew _that_ because They were never wrong, and They said he wasn't right and.
Soldiers, play-soldiers were at his sides. Watch out! boo! and he widened his eyes and opened his mouth and. Watch out. They hit him--hard. Hit him with the butts of their guns. Hit his stomach, hit his ribs. Not good. Never give up, never let the enemy see you hurt, never
Right, right, he wasn't right. Not the enemy, those play-soldiers. Worked for Them, listened to Them, and they did and they were and they were scared of him because. Because he had. He had done something. Hadn't done something. Something. He thought, maybe, he must have. Something. Right?
Maybe They would tell him. Maybe They wouldn't. They were unpredictable like that. He remembered that, didn't he? Yes. He did. He remembered that. Kill. But. Kill but not them, not Them. But he had, hadn't he? Uh huh. He wasn't right. Wasn't right because a good soldier, a good soldier did
"X4-392"
That was him. Him, he remembered that there was a him and that was it. X4-392, "yes sir!" and his hand couldn't rise. Salute, soldier! Couldn't move, couldn't move. Restraint. Capture, couldn't move, couldn't move, enemy, couldn't move! kill!
"At ease, X4-392."
At ease. Easy. He remembered. He remembered that, easy at ease, soldier, now. And. Where was he? Oh. He knew that. He knew that he knew that. Right. Right. Duty. Mission. Discipline. Manticore. Manticore. Manticore, he knew that, he did.
Small faces, rows and rows and eyes. Watching. Him. Watching him and they shouldn't see him because. They should look, they should know because he was them. They were him. He was. Something, had been. A soldier. Right. X4-392, sir!
"X4-392 is defective. X4-392 failed his mission, his unit, his country."
No. No? Hadn't. Not him. Probably. Maybe. Mission, dusty, discipline, Manticore--sir?sir?sir? That couldn't be right, because he was dutydisciplinemission. He was Manticore, he was, he was
Screaming. Leg, bleeding, hurting--not right, not right--enemies, but no enemies, one of Them and had to listen to Them. On the floor, but don't show weakness up up up again and screamed again and wide eyes were on him, scared, scared, poor little babies and you'll get used to it. Unless you don't.
Oh. Oh no. Don't. Better, he'd do better, don't because. He was a good soldier. A good soldier, he was X4-392 and he was