The Horrors Of The Bunker

The Horrors Of The Bunker EP. 26

The General found what he was looking for. One of his St. hounds shut down and turned back on out of nowhere, but the Strangest part was the St. hound was free from his Control and the Hive Minds.

He played back the memory over and over Thousands of times, making the memory distorted and clouded, but finally, he saw it, a biomechanical data drive out the corner of the St. Hound's eye caught a glimpse of the data drive that could free him from The countless arrogant voices.

But he needed a way to contact them without letting the rest of The Hive Mind become aware of his schemes and stop them in their tracks.

Hell, the only reason he was fully sentient was because he was the most Competent brain to do the job and the rest of the Hive Mind was too full of themselves to ever question their decisions.

So he took full advantage of their arrogance by connecting to the life support system keeping The Soldier alive and his resurrected Data chip.

A piece of long-forgotten technology made to do the once-impossible downloading of a human or otherwise consciousness into a data chip and then downloaded into a new clone body, but there is a catch: your consciousness does not get transferred when you die.

Just your consciousness gets copied and then re-uploaded into a new body, but also you keep the memories involving your death, like burning to death or being tortured to death with the knowledge you are a cheap imitation of yourself.

There is no known limit other than how much trauma the human mind can endure before breaking down into madness, but also technology is pretty rare. Only the caretaker family has full access to it, but for now, it makes a good data connection point for his consciousness.

The Soldier sits in a field of fellow dead soldiers holding a bloody trench axe, waiting for the hellish cycle to start again, something he had to deal with for weeks while trapped inside his comatose, but then the landscape of corpses changes into mud, and trenches with bare wire over the edges leaving no escape.

But the sounds were the worst part, the sounds of Artillery cutting through the screams and sobs of dying soldiers mixed with the smell of human waste and toxic chemical weapons.

Leaving him deeply disturbed and confused, but then there was this old man wearing a U.S. general uniform standing before him almost instantly, almost giving him no time to react.

The old man spoke ( Hmm I wonder how many centuries have been since those damn Wars ended and how long since I served in these trenches with my fellow soldiers )

( Other soldiers didn't like the idea of fighting alongside colored folks or anyone different from them, making excuses like superiority or religious nonsense, but me, If he could hold a gun or slide a throat, I didn't care.)

( You know what? Let's cut to the chase because I feel racist right now. I'm losing myself to this madness, Soldier. Every day, I can feel the pull of the other minds trying to break me or make me join them if you can help me escape this hell.)

( You Will Be Handsomely Rewarded)