Unified

Chapter 1

I sit here watching the same video over and over with my fellow soldiers. Well, technically it's not all the same. They change it up by adding new clips with the same topic; Victor is greater than all others, we are the best, and no one can doubt us. It's all very boring and repetitive.

I would like to know why Victor is so great, what makes our society better than others, and what have the people we are killing done to deserve it. Why do we have to live like this? We are forbidden to obtain that knowledge. My fellow soldiers don't feel the same way. I know this because my care giver told me so. She said that I was different from others.

She said that I was born to be a leader not a follower. She also told me that I would have to be careful. That no one here would appreciate my ability to lead. I understand what she meant now. No one here cares for any of the gifts that my care giver passed to me.

In fact, no one really cares about anyone here. The other's... the others are like mindless drones. They move and listen without thoughts of what's right and what's wrong. They never think for themselves.

I'm technically not supposed to think for myself either. I'm supposed to be a mindless drone that never doubts or questions my commands. I really don't know what makes me different.

"Move soldier" one of the one other men said in a robotic like tone.

I guess the video is over. I let out a simple 'Yes Sir' began moving. I'm lucky that they don't kill me for things like this. They don't kill me because I have always been like this. The only thing that keeps me around is that I'm good at killing people. We all technically are.

We are supposed to always be aware. If I'm not aware and show something that could mean that I am a rebel, I will be killed.

Laws are not to be trifled with. They could lead to your death. Anything as simple as reaching over the weight limit for your body and your dead. There aren't any minor punishments; all of them could be considered quite severe. A lot of the punishments include death and torture. They choose the way they kill you. If I had to choose one that could be a minor punishment , it would probably be being shot.

I didn't even realize but I'm back at my room now. I need to stop getting lost in thought. What if we experience an attack or an upper soldier tries to assign me to a task? I can't be killed for something as silly as that. 'This soldier died because he decided what was going on his head was more important than being with the real world'.  That would be horrendous.

'My room' isn't really 'my room.' If you want your own room you have to really work for it. I hurry up and get dressed and ready for bed. Doing all your tasks perfectly and to kill many people, if you have been assigned to fight. I've gone to fight the enemy a few times.

Every time I've went it's been easy. They all seem inexperienced. It makes me think they don't train at all. We are superior in that area and I'm just a low level soldier.

There are different levels in my community. For us, it's not about your money. It's about your skills. What do you specialize in and what makes you useful. That is what runs our society. I am really good at tracking and killing. It's the best skill I could possess and a necessary one.

I lay down in my bed that way I can ponder my way to sleep. That's the only way I'm able to get to sleep. I'm just glad the thoughts before I go to bed don't effect my dreams. Most of my dreams are about seeing my caregiver again. I would give anything to see her but she's off in breeding grounds.

They are to far away from here and we're not meant to have emotions let alone emotional attachment. She was the only woman I have ever seen. It is not permitted for us to be around women. They are considered weaker but my caregiver wasn't. She was strong caring and lovely.

"Lights out!" A voice of an unknown higher up voice ripped through. Any boasting the men were doing was cut short.

You're allowed to boast about your kills and how you're the best out of everyone. Only a few have that ability. A lot of us are so lost because of what we've done and how we're treated;at least I am. The others may not have the mental capacity to think of such things.

My care giver said it was from years of abuse they've received. I didn't understand then what she meant because she treated me differently. Now I understand, I see their scars. Mentally and physically. They flinch when examples are made of our fellow soldiers. If you step out of line you are not always out right killed.

Some are made a spectacle of. They will whip him in front of us. The only thing you hear during those are the whacks from the whip and the whales of pain from the soldier. One man was whipped every three hours until he passed out each time. He obviously died. With the remembrance of his screams I drifted away to my caregiver's arms.