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Four
stubby
legs
and
a
tail
.
No
matter
how
many
times
I
saw
a
Mimic
,
I
’
d
never
be
able
to
think
of
anything
but
a
dead
and
bloated
frog
.
To
look
at
them
,
there
was
no
telling
the
server
from
its
clients
,
but
Rita
and
I
knew
the
difference
.
They
ate
earth
and
shat
out
poison
,
leaving
behind
a
lifeless
wasteland
.
The
alien
intelligence
that
had
created
them
had
mastered
space
travel
and
learned
to
send
information
through
time
.
Now
they
were
taking
our
world
and
turning
it
into
a
facsimile
of
their
own
,
every
last
tree
,
flower
,
insect
,
animal
,
and
human
be
damned
.
This
time
we
had
to
destroy
the
server
.
No
more
mistakes
.
If
we
didn
’
t
,
this
battle
might
never
end
.
I
put
all
the
inertia
I
dared
behind
my
axe
-
a
clean
hit
on
the
antenna
.
"
Got
it
!
"
The
attack
came
from
behind
.
My
body
reacted
before
I
had
time
to
think
.
On
the
battlefield
,
I
left
my
conscious
mind
out
of
the
business
of
running
my
body
.
The
cool
,
impartial
calculations
of
my
subliminal
operating
system
were
far
more
precise
than
I
could
ever
be
.
The
concrete
at
my
feet
split
in
two
,
sending
gray
dust
shooting
into
the
air
as
though
the
ground
had
exploded
.
My
right
leg
rolled
to
maintain
balance
.
I
still
couldn
’
t
see
what
was
attacking
me
.
There
was
no
time
to
swing
my
massive
battle
axe
into
play
.
My
arms
and
legs
moved
to
keep
pace
with
my
shifting
center
of
gravity
.
Shudders
coursed
through
my
nerves
,
straining
to
provide
the
necessary
evasive
response
in
time
.
If
my
spine
had
been
hardwired
to
the
armor
plating
on
my
back
,
it
would
have
been
clattering
up
a
storm
.
I
thrust
with
the
butt
of
my
axe
.
Done
right
,
it
would
pack
a
punch
similar
to
that
of
a
pile
driver
.
With
the
possible
exception
of
the
front
armor
plating
on
a
tank
,
there
weren
’
t
many
things
that
could
withstand
a
square
hit
with
370
kilograms
of
piercing
force
.
The
blow
glanced
off
.
Fuck
!
A
shadow
moved
at
the
edge
of
my
vision
.
No
time
to
get
out
of
the
way
.
I
held
in
the
breath
I
’
d
taken
before
the
jab
with
the
axe
.
The
hit
was
coming
.
There
.
For
an
instant
my
body
lifted
off
the
ground
,
then
I
was
rolling
,
my
vision
alternating
between
sky
and
ground
,
sky
and
ground
.
I
came
out
of
the
roll
and
regained
my
feet
in
a
single
,
fluid
motion
.
My
axe
was
at
the
ready
.
