Tweet of the Day: Experience – Uniqueness
The ground shuddered beneath his feet. The sound of gunfire echoed down the narrow corridors. Two pairs of eyes blink in confusion.
Death comes for me.
OBEY THY MASTERS. OBEY THY LORDS.
He clutched the side of his head. The voices would not stop. Only death’s sweet oblivion would free him from the master’s grip.
DEFEND THIS PLACE WITH YOUR LIFE. YOU WILL NOT FAIL US.
The mechs, yes, the mechs will protect us.
He ran away from the sound of the fighting. The doors of the security office snapped opened. Inside twenty-four of LOKI mechs lay in neat rows upon shelves painted in white with black slabs of appliqué armor around the arms and legs. His fingers raced over the control panel. One by one the mechs dropped from the shelves, unfolded, and marched toward battle.
YOU WILL DEFEAT OUR ENEMIES. YOUR LIFE IS INSIGNIFICANT COMPARE TO THE MAGNITUDE OF OUR PRESENCE.
His knees buckled underneath him. He drew his pistol and walked to the door. As the doors opened a blast of blue force hurled him back. His body slammed against the far wall with a loud crunch.
STAND AND FIGHT FOR YOUR MASTERS.
A distant pain shot trough him. The voices willed his body to move, but the legs refused.
Broken, I am broken.
He gazed upward at a serene gold flecked face of an asari. The asari leveled a heavy pistol at his head.
At least, she has come.
“I…am…free,” he whispered.
Time stop at the beat of the gunshot.
YOU MUST OBEY.
No, I am freeeee….