- Captain, I have the enemy in sight.
- Before proceeding, confirm the area is clear and secure.
- Affirmative, Captain. Area clear.
- Proceed.
Cadet A341 descended stealthily into the attack zone, gaze steady, steps slow. The target was clear and seemed distracted. An easy mark, and just as his fingers pulled the trigger...
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His arm was pinned in an instant, his legs restrained, his neck fully encircled. Three seconds later, laid out on the ground, he began regaining consciousness.
- Why do you want to hurt me?
That was the first thing he heard.
- You're part of the enemy squadron. It's my duty to intercept your movements, restrain them completely, conquer the territory you defend, and eliminate you in the process.
- But why do you do it?
Agent A341 wasn't prepared to receive questions, much less to answer them, so...
- It's part of my objectives to conquer this territory, disarm the opposing side, open the way for the next squadron, and win this war.
- War? Which one? The human one? For centuries your metal arms have worn down fighting others like you. Your tin body, your steel bones, maybe every blow doesn't hurt, but something does: the memory.
- I think I'm still stunn...
- The years keep passing. They've replaced my parts a thousand times, and despite it all I still haven't developed the most valuable human quality: forgetting.
- But it's necessa...
- The humans haven't replaced my parts again, and they haven't reprogrammed me since. But you still can. Replace the sectors that wired the fight into your memory. Burn the ones that push you to complete your mission. And for once, choose peace for yourself.
*After Agent A341 disappeared from the radar, Agent B331 was sent, then Agent Z160 and G732. A few more agents were sent without success, until the obvious became clear.*
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*It was the last time humanity fought amongst itself.*
*Neither A341, nor B331, nor Z160, nor any other agent sent, chose peace.*