POWER OVER CONVERGENCE
IS THE RIGHT TO DICTATE CHANGE.
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Lydia Armageddon.
The World Capital Military Base,
The year 2167.
CRACK.
Lydia's jaw felt like it snapped as her opponent right-hooked her clean across the face, the crack silencing the room as she fell to the mat on the concrete floor. Her partner stood, fists up, ready for the moment she stood again, steadfast and focused. The two of them had the same look in their eyes. Lydia's orange, fiery eyes like lightning in the way they darted around in focused anger. Everyone was meant to have those eyes, the eyes of programmed children, for the sole purpose of fighting in the largest army in the world. Merciless. Brutal- Cyber-Militia.
Blinding lights hanging from the ceiling spun with Lydia's vision, ugly green rugged bricks with metal bases surrounding them in this sweltering room. The smell of sweat hung in the air as her flesh felt as if it burned in the heat, pressing her hands against the rough mat beneath her fingertips.
"Passage into wasteland soils... follow the path home." Lydia thought to herself, recalling a memory of her mothers words. Sweat coated her body as she caught her breath, the navy blue tank top sticking to her wet skin. "Where is home?"
Voices drowned her ears as they rang, each combatant yelling in their own bubble of reality- Lydia being the only one knocked down, again with an aching, nagging pain in her jaw as she blinked periodically to bring herself back to her senses.
"Off your ass, Lydia!"
Lydia's body jolted at just the sound of her Commander's voice.
"The enemy is not going to wait for you to wake up from your beauty sleep! Get off your ass, or they devour you!"
Her teeth ground as her fists clenched.
"He hit me really, really fucking hard, sir."
"You watch your mouth when you speak to me, you sorry shit. Is this really what we've made of you after four years? Good god, you have not changed a single fucking bit!" Commander Armstrong's voice boomed over every noise in the room. She stopped seeing stars, and she scoffed.
He knelt down and looked her straight in the eyes with wide, seemingly furious eyes.
"Tell me, Lydia! Why are you still on your useless ass when the enemy is still standing?! Give me a single fucking clue!" Commander Armstrong shouted, spit flying from his mouth onto her face, she masked the frustration with a grunt. Commander Armstrong stood up straight, his wide frame apparent with the navy blue uniform folding tightly around his shoulders and chest. He shook is head in disappointment.
"Oh, fucking whatever." Lydia thought. She pressed against the moist mat to launch herself up to stand, spitting out the blood pooling inside of her cheek. She ran her fingers through her short brown hair, then raised her bloodied hands.
"Come on."
In an instant, the boy lunged forward with another wide right hook-
-He stumbled on his feet as he struck nothing, and Lydia jumped forward wrapping her arms around his torso with her foot planted in between his legs as she jerked her body to the left-
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