I knew I was going to kill him off, and I do hope it was at least a little sad / stirring to read of his ignoble death at the hands of the some unseen interloper. I wanted to show that even though he didn’t know what was being asked of him by the voice, due to his augmentation via neural inhibitors and synaptic implants by The Company while training on Mars. That deep down he kinda knew that he wasn’t always doing what he was supposed to be doing. Far down deep inside he knew he was being used for nefarious reasons. He just couldn’t break the hard wired technology, nor the brainwashing. Only having momentary snippets in the brief moments between reading orders and them being carried out by the hardware inside him. The bottle neck of electrical impulses through meat. A mere glimpse at what was to happen.
Why else keep those of his kind in constant isolation, and be able to use them until they’re almost dead. Are they ghosts because they are essentially the walking dead? Rich beyond measure but no time to ever see the benefit. Huge chunks of their daily lives obscured from their memory. Cast aside on the whim of others. It was sad for me, and I thought him up! I don’t usually get saddened by lopping off characters, left, right and center. This one, as they say – hit a little different.
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