Master chief was waitng outside the cold abandoning steel doors, staring out into space and thinking "if only I had me some covys here to shoot". He was tough on the outside, but his inner mangina was starting to get out of control. "don't make a girl a promise if you don't intend to keep it" she said to him, cortana, the one that made everything al fuzzy, that changed the shades of grey into colours, that toppled over the apathy and relapced it with long overdue anger.
As the elevator stopped chief got out, looking around the rroom to see a group of scientists and sergeant major, sitting there, anxiously awaiting thousand pound footsteps to clash with the titanium carpets
"lets get going" said one of the scientists
"you don't own me" said chief
"you know you cant sulk on it forever" said sargetn major "ive never seen you upset, robot man, and you've been through hell and back with me"
"shut up old man" said chief "you don't understand the way I feel"
sergeant major, clearly upset, grabbing chief by the collar says "oh I bet you little shit, don't you ever talk to anyone like that ever".
… the lights flicker out of control…
"you. Don't. OWN. ME!" said the chief, as the walls on the ship started to crack
"IM AN ADULT" he shouted
RED ALERT RED ALERT BREACH ON DECK 9 DEC 9…
The world around chief started to get fainter and fainter as the darkness swallowed his vision from the perehprials, the confort of limbo overcame him as he started to feel weighlessness. Was it the feeling of freedom? Or an effect of the vaccum of space? He couldn't telll, and frankly he didn't care.
As he floated off into wherever his life flashed beforehis eye. His childgood, the academy, kate, the Spartans, all so distant now even though they were so close once. The meories of the years passed seemed only brief, the world that once was, escaping into the midsts of time as it did back then, highlighting only the memorable, not the mundane, only what you need to know to get a jist not what you need to experience to understand the whole.
Before he knew it he started to see her, she came as a faint picture at first, then a voice, then those legs and juicy thighs with those sacks of baby juice hanging too low for motal whim. Then her ass walked down the stage towards him, hoping it would brush against his cock he looked over at her, knowing she cant see his face he started her up and down, she smiled. "you're dying chief" she said, with that oh so forgoing voice that made harps and gospels shy away in the most pleasing oxymoronic sense of embarrassment. "if you had one thing to say to me what would it be" she said, "anything"
"I.. i.." chief stuttered
"go on" she said with her angelic melodiny
"all I want is to take you to the beaches on reach, the tropics on harvest, to spend nights alone in bed cuddling and talking about breaking bad whilst eating cheetos and watching minority report"
"that you cannot have" she said, as she floated away from him, leaving him in limbo once again, dying on the inside
"but all I want is to kill covenant and make sweet love to my sweet"
but it was too late
the day was over
chief was alone, in limbo, floating, dying, spending the seoncds he had left in total and complete isolation from any sort of humanity
chief was what they made him, and not us, a robot, not a man
chief was alone
and his life was a nightmare