Genetic Experimentation - the human assassins
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We were trained to kill, most would without thinking. I've done it for as long as I can remember. We all enjoy it, some more than others and though I hate it, I can't help but see beauty in death. I always feel guilty before, but then I kill and I become a blood thirsty beast. This is me in virtual reality, where those I kill aren't even independently conscious. I'm vicious. I even scare myself.
*this is the prologue*
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