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eBook Category: Horror/Science Fiction
eBook Description: The life and death of a cybernetic soldier are measured only against the ground won, held, or lost.

eBook Publisher: Rosetta Solutions, Inc., Published: 1997
Fictionwise Release Date: February 2002

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Words: 3800
Reading time: 10-15 min.
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I lay in the pre-morning grayness, watching cloud cast shadows race east across the Pain River toward the coming dawn. I amused myself with the idea that if enough shadows went east they could stop the sun from rising, and then we could all go home and forget about the river and the enemy that lay behind it.

Somehow I didn't think it would come out that way. Already the sky was blooming over the vast bulk of Mourning Mountain to the northeast, and the air was pregnant with the chill that was a trademark of the Deniran dawn.

I glanced over my chest box and watched the little colored lights flicker. Most had already turned blue-green, rising up to that deep, deep cyan that meant you were ready to kick ass. I switched my ears on for a moment and listened to the rising wind hurling bullets of dust and rock at our enemy. A storm was coming. Denira bred some mothers when it came to storms but this was going to be a small one by that lady's standards, just enough to cover our movements as we went across the river and kicked shit out of the Ss'Korra. I flipped my ears back off, leaving only my eyes watching the sky.

It's always the same before a big dance. You turn off everything you don't need and let the energy cells store up power for the swift movements to come. But you can't turn off your head. It just lies there and eats at you, watching you from around corners and grinning from shadows until you want to scream. But your vocalizer is turned off as well. So you watch the world grow older, or else you play mind games until your brain rattles around in your skull like a pea in an empty bowl that you've shaken up.