Memory Fragments: Probity

Steamy Battlefronts

Steam-powered rifles. A tank of boiling water shoots the bullets with high pressure
Attached to the back of every soldier; a red-hot, liquid death awaits the enemy
Knocked and loaded we march into warfare. Inhale the vapors for a P.T.S.D. refresher
Hold the line in these steamy battlefronts. Let misty fog blur the reticles of our archenemy

Burn, burn, burn. With every shot they take, a fire ignites in the holes we leave in them
Water so hot that fire is born...science truly makes strides when war is at its throat
Forced to become hostile we were. Yet we never intended to beat the waring drum
As warfare continues, we deep-clean the oil from earth before it leaves a hazardous coat

The attacks of the killer robots. A classic that will go down in history as a motion picture
Yet it will not capture all that I lived in it as I intent to bury myself with the truths of it
This note, a reminder of the dangers of water. Do not mix with oil, lest you want wire in stricture
I am a simple cyborg. Neutral to all, yet forced to pick a side that would make my heart split

Both red water and black oil run through me. Mixed in harmony, yet I am but an exception
A miracle of the first-borns. I am also the only one left. My name is lost to history and myself
I do not remember all. My database is full, yet empty of brain and human conception
But what I do remember is vital. Stay alive, and return home. Where that is? A mystery itself

Perhaps the one reading this will find me. Perhaps they are the ones who will kill me
Whomever it is, I lay bare all that I currently know to you. Please, use it for good
Water is not from this earth. From where did it come from? That, I wonder besides the sea
As I am rusting away in the shore, I wonder. As I am writing, I drift from where I once stood

The sea is dragging me. Deeper and deeper I go, like is telling me to recharge my tank
Load it with its waters; let the shots be arcane, and let magic wash away the rules of science
Boil it, drink it, clean with it. All purposes that water serves, use them at point-blank
Reign supreme on the battlefronts with the control of the sea, and drown in defiance

Do not choose a side. Be one with water. I chose, and here I am. Split as I am left
A side of me returns to the sea to recharge, the other dreads it and buries itself on the ground
Shore-up, dry-up. Static electricity cannot survive. Of the water I am bereft
Absorb. Drenched and humid. Oil floats far away. Of cybernetics I am no longer bound

Each paragraph, a chapter of my sanity. As the misty fog clouds me, I rejoice
A glimmer of hope shines through the water, yet a hidden treasure lies buried
War is not about who is right. It is about who is left. As the lone survivor, it is my choice
Headshot myself with water, or let oil taint me. Either way, to my mental, steamy battlefront I am carried