Chapter 2 minor mechanical damage

Zarqawi is being liberated; Lazy curly smoke floats over the city Black wormholes hang in the noon bright nuclear explosion sky Did they ever tell you what to know? or the rain washes the concrete fort flooded castle island you walk among broken machines look with clear eyes In search of another war engine Lost soul and body again. vehicle, ship, ship Guns and robots and your strengths, and Take other people's tears and blood Write down your retrograde meaning; The verses that emerge from your experiments from humble grace and those who found you take away, remake your people

(Hey boy, it's just you and us Blades Our sprints and speeds and damn secrets All the way through the heart of a person's chest! ) ──They see you as a plaything, saved child; for a long time the great setback of the past Expediency for self-interest Just because there are too few warriors in Utopia. But you know your body doesn't matter in all the elaborate schemes Run the real game for us Complete unfathomable missions with capricious glands In your bones, generate your own meaning Famous life is like flowing water not alive, and all we know in your twisted marrow

You can feel everything. Rasd-Korduretha Desset Imblas Sma Damarihyde, Chief of Special Operations, written in 115 (Earth, Kamali).The original text is in Mare language, which was translated by the author without publication.