It's the Smell

May 1, 2008

Xenet 71.43.1 System Msg

TTY31201.05.01

Network Connection Enabled
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They won’t let me out. Five transfer applications and five denials. I don’t know how much more of this I can take. The Omega Squad, ha, should have called it what it is, the Foreas refuse squad. I’m sick, I tell you, just sick. How many battlefields can one person cleanup? I’m gonna snap. I told my frackin' sergeant that I’m losing my sanity and all he could say was “Get back to your post soldier!” I had him in my sights today, almost pulled the trigger too, maybe tomorrow I will.

I don’t think I can bear picking up another bloody limb. Clone or not, I’m still human, at least I think I am. I have memories, I have dreams, they may not all be my own, but I have them nonetheless. And now, well they’re all turning into nightmares. I can’t sleep. I can’t eat anymore. It’s the smell. The smell of fried human flesh has permeated my mind, it’s all over me, and I can’t wash it off. For crying out loud, I can’t even stand my own stench!

Someone needs to get me out of here. Hold on just a second…I’ve got an incoming radio transmission. Interesting…Base Commander Jayjack wants to see me right away. I better reload…I mean respond. I gotta go, catch ya later.

Sic Helrazor
Omega Squad