||DATUM: ČETVRTAK, 2014-11-13, 06:48:17 | PORUKA # 1|
LOKACIJA: Kwajalein-Bouvet Island
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“Colony world Bhekar Ro on screen, General,” said Lieutenant Scott from the tactical station. “Approaching orbital insertion.”General Duke smiled and knotted his hands together as if a scrawny enemy throat were clenched between them. “All right, men,” he broadcast through the long corridors of the Battlecruiser. “Let's go kick some alien butt!”
He let out a loud whoop as the first shots were fired.
Her voice was heavy with emotion. “Poor soldier-boy. It’s been that way all over the colony worlds, from what we hear. The Confederacy needs to build an army as fast as they can. They’ve been press-ganging boys for over a year now and then using their neural resocialization to layer as many false memories on top of their existing ones as necessary—until theirmanufactured soldier-boys believe whatever the Confederacyneedsthem to believe. They go where they are told to go. They die when they are told to die.”The Dropship materialized around him almost at once as his attention shifted. The lieutenant was staring coolly into his faceplate.“I don’t know!” Panic, anger and frustration tumbled through Merdith’s voice, her words rushing in staccato sounds as she spoke. “I don’t know! Maybe they’re alive! Maybe not! How should I know? They’re your memories, not mine!”
pictures. Philip had been eager to see Hayward again, but when at last"Good gracious!" she cried. "I was just going to kiss you too."
upon venery as the natural occupation for men and women, and