The Perfect Soldier
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En cours d'écriture31m
Dernière publication ven., avr. 24, 2020
"We can't do this.. This won't be a human being, just figures of mass that breathe!"
"Would you stop yelling? It'll work, and it'll be the greatest human of all, we just need to practice"
"How many kids will that take? How many grieving or dead mothers?"
He didn't care, he was determined to make a human, with senses beyond those that a regular person possess. "As many as it takes..."
Years pass before any experiment were remotely successful, wars broke out, cities were falling in to chaos, until a solution rose up. The perfect soldier, a being made of nothing for the greater good, but at what cost?
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