>>
|
ab04d4.jpg
Cherry Soft
ab04d4
It's harder, and it hurts more, now. You have to actively fight- absorbed in martial prowess- while reminding yourself that it's all fake. And when you get stabbed, or when you are shocked, there's real pain now. The pain is more and more vivid, and the more you get hurt the more getting hurt hurts.
But you have to survive physically, and you have to survive mentally as well. The two contradict each other and yet you must balance both. And so you go, and so you live, the difficulty of existence becoming commonplace as breathing, the disparity of mind and body becoming greater and greater.
"How much further?"
"The Port ain't much further milady, just a few dozen more tiles." Lucasio, your tracker. He almost made it to the next Stratum- he got ambushed by a high level drone as he was crawling towards the exit. According to him, he was only a foot away when death came. He's been leading your troops through the maze that is the First Stratum, and without him you and the rest of your group might have perished long ago.
"And what about you, Jimmy?"
"Uplink's working fine! Once we get there just cover me." Another emancipated soldier. A chinese hacker in real life, he is apparently the most recent killed of all your units. You need him for a plan which he hatched; at this point, he is below only you in importance.
"Alright. One, Three, you guys all prepared?" You have named your troops without names with numbers. According to some research, this indicated that they were trapped in memory gems for at least ten years, a terrifying prospect should you fail and be condemned to hibernation like the rest. Perhaps, one day, you will find a better way to address them, or they will remember their names. Perhaps.
"Yes, my lady." One. The first to be unlocked of all your soldiers. Nervous, slim, yet dedicated. And desperate, desperate for you to save him even as he saved you from danger uncounted times. And when he thinks you don't notice, he's always watching you. Worrying that something will befall you. An attack, an ambush.
"Three is prepared." Three. He's... quiet. Really quiet. And he always speaks in the third person. You think he may have been in the memory gem for so long his sense of self has all been replaced with unswerving machine dedication. Of all your mentally broken troops, he unnerves you the most.
Two died. You don't like thinking about it. It was your fault, you know.
Esther speaks up in her motherly tone. "Are you sure you want to lead us into battle? You don't have leadership bonuses, remember, and we don't want to risk-"
"We've been over this. Yes, I do." You have to, after all.
|