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Posted by Saphirus on Jan 14, 2011 18:46:00 GMT -6
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Apr 16, 2021 19:54:07 GMT -6
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"Authorization received, Operation Judgment is go."
With an involuntary spark of neurons, his brain sputtered to life like an old, decrepit automobile. His eyes darted around with panic; all he saw was darkness.
Immediately a fierce sense of horror rushed over him like a stamped of wild horses. Something bad was going to happen. Something very b- HESITANCE IS WEAKNESS; ELIMINATE ALL WEAKNESS- The voice ripped through his mind, a storm of glass designed to tear apart his weak mental resistance. To make him obey.
The darkness was replaced by a vast expanse of nothingness as a series of metal plates retracted from around his thick glass cage. Dominating the horizon was a sphere of blue and green; his home. It was beautiful. It was so unfair that the only reason he could see it this way so that he could do such bad, bad things. It made him want t- DISOBEDIENCE IS WEAKNESS; ELIMINATE ALL WEAKNESS- His eyes watered from the mental assault; from the sickness of the situation. Droplets of salty water drifted from his eyes, and wandered aimlessly toward the glass in front of him.
"Awaiting target information..."
He wanted to touch them. To reach out and hold the ever moving globules of shiny water, and watch as they bounced playfully from his finger to their next destination. He knew he couldn't; he couldn't move without permission.
"Target acquired. Releasing locks."
CLACK! His heart threatened to jump from his chest... No, no no. He couldn't do it again. He just couldn't. His eyes widened, and he did the best he could to calm down; if he thought those evil little thoughts of rebellion any more, he would be punished. It hurt so much to be punished.
"Engaging thrusters." It started with few sharp tugs, causing him to rattle in his metal restraints, and paining him up and down his body, where implants had been made to replace flesh; to make him more efficient. The tugs became a loud roaring noise and a constant force as he watched the great blue and green orb grow closer and closer. His tears slammed forcefully back into his eyes, pressed back by the forward thrust as he plummeted toward the thin blue atmosphere.
Before he knew it his glass cage was engulfed in flames; the sound of rushing wind, of firing thrusters, of his own screams were maddening. They let him scream; they always did. It didn't get in the way of things.
The flames faded away, and he stared down at a barren landscape, already cratered from previous impacts. As it grew closer he made out the shape of a small city. It had to be home to at least ten thousand people...
CRACK!
His glass shell split open, vomiting him out into the sky. Against his will, his recently added mechanical parts came alive, spewing fuel and flame into the air in order to aim him toward his exact destination, and accelerate him to extreme speed. The smell of cooked skin and the screams of terror were barely noticeable to the people firing guns below.
They were his world, though. His metal parts burned his skin, but they could care less; he could always be fixed. He watched as the ground rushed up to meet him, and closed his eyes to brace for the impact. As always, none came. His eyes opened, and he climbed to his feet, his own will having nothing to do with his actions.
A surprised man with a rifle in his hand stared him in the face, and then pulled a woman from behind him to use as a shield, aiming his weapon at... what ever this thing was.
He was a threat to the operation; a well placed round could waste millions of tax dollars. He had to be eliminated.
But, a little voice in his head chimed in, I can't hurt the woman... she's innocen- COMPASSION IS WEAKNESS; ELIMINATE ALL WEAKNESS.
In a rush of motion, his hand shot up, and both the man an woman became an unpleasant memory.
"Initiate operation." A voice chimed in his head.
That was the cue. We was too weak to say no. Without a word, he let loose every bit of energy that had been shoved into him.
Everything in a four mile radius was wiped off of the face of the planet.
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"AAAAAAAAAAAAAGHHH" A roar of terror ripped through his throat as he shot to a sitting position. His breath came in ragged gasps as he grasped about franticly. There was no glass... No space... Only bed sheets drenched in sweat... Oh god.
"Oh thank god..."
It was a dream. It was all a dream.
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