((I was having a very Blah day and my brain needed to be sharpened. Decided to do some free writing to get back in focus. It worked. Enjoy.))
You are "born".
Instead of a slap on the ass, a cable is connected at a hidden port at the base of your skull.
"Mommy" and "Daddy" do not insult you with baby talk.
Instructions flood your brain. Self awareness is achieved in 45 seconds.
Four seconds later you are told what your purpose in life is:
"Protect the race of man. Never fail."
The decanting process begins.
Your womb-tank hisses open and the thick brown fluid gushes onto the perfectly white sterillized floor.
As you blink, you Heads-Up Display flickers to life and tells you that all enhancement systems are nominal.
A man wearing an equally white and sterilized suit hands you a towel and informs you that your second birth is complete.
Libraries worth of information is compiling after your sixth minute alive.
"Father" joins the man in white and tells you to flex your fingers.
Bone, sinew, tendons and muscles flex in your hands and you can feel each individual movement.
The motion is smooth and powerful.
"Wired carbons. A virtually unbreakable body."
These are your first words.
Surprised, you drop to your knees and vomit brown decanting fluid.
Some of it splashes on "Father's" shoes.
"Father" smiles and does not mind.
The experience teaches you nothing.
During the 17th minute of your life, you have begun to process all the information.
Men in black suits walk you through the corridor and into a large armory.
The false light of the fluoresent tubing casts unique shadows over the equipment.
You dress in new mylar skins.
The armor plating is secured on the skin, along with the equipment belts.
Each tool is examined and placed in the appropriate place.
You pause in the mental processing to acknowledge that you know each piece of equipment and where it goes.
Your 34th minute is spent breaking down, examining and loading your weaponry.
Fully dressed, you are sent to another room.
There are flowers on a small table and a woman in green.
She smiles as she shoves a long needle into your stomach.
Another smaller needle is placed in your arm.
The woman in green steps back and the man in brown fatigues appears at your side.
He wipes your should with a cleansing fluid, removing the residue of decanting.
Brown man carves a symbol into your flesh with a low powered laser.
"Father" is here again.
His embrace is a loving one.
You are wished good luck.
Your first hour of life is over and you are stepping outside into the world.
The brain tells you that radiation levels are somewhat high.
Two stealth fighters streak through the early morning sky.
Muffled explosions (25.3 miles away according to the Brain)
War.
A sign welcomes you to New York.
(Total Dead: 6,284,190)
You glance at the marking on your shoulder.
"16"
Brain tells you that the purpose of Weapon 16 is to locate and destroy the staging base in downtown New York.
In the tenth year of the war, Weapon 16 entered the fray.
[Short Story] Birth
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