That confirmed that suspicion. "The model soldier," the shrike murmurs, "by a certain definition." Theirs not to question why, theirs but to do and die. The line occurs unbidden; he doesn't wince, but thinks of it.
So were the Unearthed.
"That's an ideal that presupposes your commanding officers will always use you rightly. But you've decided to kill yours because the world will be better for it, yes?"
"Unless militaries are run vastly differently on other planets than my own, that's the standard." He was designed for it, after all. Knowing that didn't make it less bitter, but he was resigned to that portion of his role in life. There would be no escaping the killing, it might as well be turned in a reasonably beneficial direction.
The boy pauses, frowning, then shakes his head. "So far no one in my direct chain of command is in need of excision. My creators are a different department."
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Date: 2024-10-10 06:19 am (UTC)So were the Unearthed.
"That's an ideal that presupposes your commanding officers will always use you rightly. But you've decided to kill yours because the world will be better for it, yes?"
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Date: 2024-10-10 02:17 pm (UTC)The boy pauses, frowning, then shakes his head. "So far no one in my direct chain of command is in need of excision. My creators are a different department."