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My
body
never
changed
,
but
the
OS
that
ran
it
had
seen
a
total
overhaul
.
I
’
d
started
as
a
green
recruit
,
a
paper
doll
swept
on
the
winds
of
war
.
I
’
d
become
a
veteran
who
bent
the
war
to
my
will
.
I
bore
the
burden
of
endless
battle
like
the
killing
machine
I
’
d
become
-
a
machine
with
blood
and
nerves
in
place
of
oil
and
wires
.
A
machine
doesn
’
t
get
distracted
.
A
machine
doesn
’
t
cry
.
A
machine
wears
the
same
bitter
smile
day
in
,
day
out
.
It
reads
the
battle
as
it
unfolds
.
Its
eyes
scan
for
the
next
enemy
before
it
’
s
finished
killing
the
first
,
and
its
mind
is
already
thinking
about
the
third
.
It
wasn
’
t
lucky
,
and
it
wasn
’
t
unlucky
.
It
just
was
.
So
I
kept
fighting
.
If
this
was
going
to
go
on
forever
,
it
would
go
on
forever
.
Shoot
.
Run
.
Plant
one
foot
,
then
the
other
.
Keep
moving
.
A
javelin
tore
through
the
air
I
had
occupied
only
a
tenth
of
a
second
before
.
It
dug
into
the
ground
before
detonating
,
blasting
dirt
and
sand
into
the
air
.
I
’
d
caught
a
break
.
The
enemy
couldn
’
t
see
through
the
shower
of
falling
earth
-
I
could
.
There
.
One
,
two
,
three
.
I
took
down
the
Mimics
through
the
improvised
curtain
of
dust
.
I
accidentally
kicked
one
of
my
buddies
-
the
sort
of
kick
you
used
to
break
down
a
door
when
both
of
your
hands
were
full
.
I
had
a
gun
in
my
left
hand
and
a
battle
axe
in
my
right
.
It
was
a
good
thing
God
had
given
us
two
arms
and
legs
.
If
I
only
had
three
appendages
to
work
with
,
I
wouldn
’
t
be
able
to
help
this
soldier
out
,
whoever
he
was
.
As
I
turned
,
I
cut
down
another
Mimic
with
a
single
blow
.
I
ran
up
to
the
fallen
soldier
.
He
had
a
wolf
wearing
a
crown
painted
on
his
armor
-
4th
Company
.
If
they
were
here
,
that
meant
we
’
d
met
up
with
the
main
assault
force
.
The
line
was
giving
way
.
The
soldier
’
s
shoulders
were
trembling
.
He
was
in
shock
.
Whether
it
was
the
Mimics
or
my
kick
that
had
sent
him
into
it
,
I
couldn
’
t
tell
.
He
was
oblivious
to
the
world
around
him
.
If
I
left
him
there
,
he
’
d
be
a
corpse
inside
of
three
minutes
.
I
put
my
hand
on
his
shoulder
plate
and
established
a
contact
comm
.
"
You
remember
how
many
points
we
beat
you
by
in
that
game
?
"
He
didn
’
t
answer
.
"
You
know
,
the
one
you
lost
to
17th
Company
.
"
"
Wh
…
what
?
"
The
words
rasped
in
his
throat
.
