A New Life

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    Valiant Maverick
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    The new clone had consumed enough rations for ten men. Now he lay in a bunk built for a Phoenexian man, a few heads taller.

    The ultimate warrior, or just a killing machine, he wondered. A new body, or just the memories of a dead man? These thoughts did not trouble him. Things had changed so much in his short life. As the computer began filling in the framework of memories laid out in the first moments of his new life, it was becoming increasingly clear just how much he himself had changed.

    He remembered himself as a young soldier. He remembered his first love and fiancèe Andrea, who had died the same day as his father. He remembered his sister Scarlett, who shared the same augmentation and whose whereabouts were now beyond unknown. He remembered freeing the cyborgs. He remembered Spearhead, and his wife Victoria, and his children, all gone. He remembered his own death in the midst of battle, and the extermination of the barbarians who had tortured and killed his family.

    Yes, more than a killing machine, but one with it, and it had killed him too. One life had ended and a new one had begun. Was he the same man? Did it even matter? Perhaps time would tell.

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    Valiant Maverick
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    The next sleep cycle, Valiant lay awake again for a while, pondering his existence, old and new. He remembered grief and vengeance, but felt an uncanny peace about all of it. Why, he wondered, was he so completely at peace with what had happened? The memories were sad ones, enough to move the hardened warrior to tears, but the grief and anger he remembered were gone. He knew that vengeance brought no comfort, yet after it he was at peace. Could it be some trick of the neural computer, or something else? The computer was designed to make him a killing machine. Perhaps it altered his psychology somehow… But that didn’t seem right. He remembered the strife that filled his heart leading up to his death, that the computer’s emotional suppression systems couldn’t fully quench. There was a small sense of relief when the warlord died, but not the peace he felt now. He knew he was Valiant Maverick – and no less Valiant Maverick than the man whose life he remembered, but was he really the SAME Valiant Maverick? He examined the memory of the computer after the first Valiant’s brain death. They were cold, calculating, the thoughts of a machine. No, he finally decided. The old man had died then and there, and he was a new man, a new life, a new soul. Though he was everything the old one had been, he was not the same. Though he carried the memories, his soul did not carry the same burden. The sense of peace sunk deeper with this realization. Valiant shut down the computer’s emotional suppression system entirely. He thought of the old Valiant, who had lost both his family and himself, letting the tears run down the sides of his head onto the bed. Even a warrior may weep for a kindred spirit. He resolved that he would not end as the old man had. He would not die falling apart as an undead killing machine. He would live and die as a man.

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    Valiant Maverick
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    Valiant looked out into a vista of a burning wasteland. A man in a tattered Harahadrian officer’s uniform stood looking away from him. He fell to his knees, grasped his head in his hands, and fell to the ground. Valiant could not hear his cries over the howl of the burning wind, but could see that he was weeping. Then from within the flames, a white light shone for a moment, and something flew past the weeping man in a blur, crashing into a pit of flame behind him. As the light faded, in its place appeared the familiar visor of the Spearhead powered armor that Valiant had designed himself. A warrior strode forward, unheeding to the flames and desolation. He slung the weeping man over his shoulder and walked toward Valiant, who found that he was not in his body. Valiant awoke from the dream and opened his eyes. He pondered the dream, wondering if it was just a dream or something with a deeper meaning. He was surprised by a strange message from his computer…

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    Valiant Maverick
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    [ENCRYPTED CYBER-TELEPATHIC MESSAGE DECODED] … LOOK THROUGH MY EYES INTO YOURSELF. LOOK THROUGH THE MIRROR AT SOMEONE ELSE. [END]

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    The new clone had consumed enough rations for ten men. Now he lay in a bunk built for a Phoenexian man, a few heads taller.

    The ultimate warrior, or just a killing machine, he wondered. A new body, or just the memories of a dead man? These thoughts did not trouble him. Things had changed so much in his short life. As the computer began filling in the framework of memories laid out in the first moments of his new life, it was becoming increasingly clear just how much he himself had changed.

    He remembered himself as a young soldier. He remembered his first love and fiancèe Andrea, who had died the same day as his father. He remembered his sister Scarlett, who shared the same augmentation and whose whereabouts were now beyond unknown. He remembered freeing the cyborgs. He remembered Spearhead, and his wife Victoria, and his children, all gone. He remembered his own death in the midst of battle, and the extermination of the barbarians who had tortured and killed his family.

    Yes, more than a killing machine, but one with it, and it had killed him too. One life had ended and a new one had begun. Was he the same man? Did it even matter? Perhaps time would tell.

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    Valiant Maverick
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    The next sleep cycle, Valiant lay awake again for a while, pondering his existence, old and new. He remembered grief and vengeance, but felt an uncanny peace about all of it. Why, he wondered, was he so completely at peace with what had happened? The memories were sad ones, enough to move the hardened warrior to tears, but the grief and anger he remembered were gone. He knew that vengeance brought no comfort, yet after it he was at peace. Could it be some trick of the neural computer, or something else? The computer was designed to make him a killing machine. Perhaps it altered his psychology somehow… But that didn’t seem right. He remembered the strife that filled his heart leading up to his death, that the computer’s emotional suppression systems couldn’t fully quench. There was a small sense of relief when the warlord died, but not the peace he felt now. He knew he was Valiant Maverick – and no less Valiant Maverick than the man whose life he remembered, but was he really the SAME Valiant Maverick? He examined the memory of the computer after the first Valiant’s brain death. They were cold, calculating, the thoughts of a machine. No, he finally decided. The old man had died then and there, and he was a new man, a new life, a new soul. Though he was everything the old one had been, he was not the same. Though he carried the memories, his soul did not carry the same burden. The sense of peace sunk deeper with this realization. Valiant shut down the computer’s emotional suppression system entirely. He thought of the old Valiant, who had lost both his family and himself, letting the tears run down the sides of his head onto the bed. Even a warrior may weep for a kindred spirit. He resolved that he would not end as the old man had. He would not die falling apart as an undead killing machine. He would live and die as a man.

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    Valiant Maverick
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    Valiant looked out into a vista of a burning wasteland. A man in a tattered Harahadrian officer’s uniform stood looking away from him. He fell to his knees, grasped his head in his hands, and fell to the ground. Valiant could not hear his cries over the howl of the burning wind, but could see that he was weeping. Then from within the flames, a white light shone for a moment, and something flew past the weeping man in a blur, crashing into a pit of flame behind him. As the light faded, in its place appeared the familiar visor of the Spearhead powered armor that Valiant had designed himself. A warrior strode forward, unheeding to the flames and desolation. He slung the weeping man over his shoulder and walked toward Valiant, who found that he was not in his body. Valiant awoke from the dream and opened his eyes. He pondered the dream, wondering if it was just a dream or something with a deeper meaning. He was surprised by a strange message from his computer…

    #376

    Valiant Maverick
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    [ENCRYPTED CYBER-TELEPATHIC MESSAGE DECODED] … LOOK THROUGH MY EYES INTO YOURSELF. LOOK THROUGH THE MIRROR AT SOMEONE ELSE. [END]

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