Sodgers
The weather up here on the plateau is unfettered by subtlety. The earth is a reddish yellow concoction of 9 parts dust and 1 part sand that the wind has no problem whipping it up into stinging flurries.
Home at last, the specimen formerly known as No.3 feels the shape of his body squared and stretched into a vision of pride, standing, as he is, to attention in the fore-rank of the morning parade.
Soon they will be commanded to turn and the morning’s regimen of: back and forth back and forth leftrightleftrightleftrightleftrightleftrightleftright all at double pace; will begin, frenetic and thought-banishing, their bodies and minds will be caught up in the rush to get this done so that we can all get out there and do some killing.
Home at last, the specimen formerly known as No.3 feels the shape of his body squared and stretched into a vision of pride, standing, as he is, to attention in the fore-rank of the morning parade.
Soon they will be commanded to turn and the morning’s regimen of: back and forth back and forth leftrightleftrightleftrightleftrightleftrightleftright all at double pace; will begin, frenetic and thought-banishing, their bodies and minds will be caught up in the rush to get this done so that we can all get out there and do some killing.
5 comments:
wow, you have captured something very eerie and made me feel the inhumanity of it.
Goddess: ahh but No.3 has found his niche at last :]
Man, these words o yorn stir up things inside me.
Verification word: crumen. Heh.
amazing... ends justify the means rationality at its scariest
Lobe: A stirrer I am :)
Harlequin: No.3 is fit for purpose ;)
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