IMAGE OF A GUNDAM PILOT: 01 HEERO YUY
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There are few things in my life I regret. There are also very few things that I cherish. My name is Heero Yuy, no, that's not my name. My name is Odin Lowe Jr. I don't rember the last time I was called that. My father abandoned me when I was three. The problem: he never left. My father is the man who made me who I am. My mother was a sickly woman who eventually died when I was three. That's why my father no longer wanted me. My father now calls him self by the pseudonym Dr. J. He trained me to be a teenaged killing machine. I was actually raised by the five doctors. They all had theory on who I should be, but, WHAT I should be was certain, I was to be the ultimate weapon of war.
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I was born on a day that no one remembers. I believe that once, I was like other children, a happy home, a mother, a father, an identity. Now all I am is a number. A project, something to be studied and categorized. I am known to few as a tool, to the rest I'm a merciless killing machine with no heart. I wonder about that some times. Do I actually have a heart? Of course I do it circulates the blood to the rest of my body. What I mean is do I have an emotional heart. I was taught long ago that emotion will only get you killed in war, but I was also taught to act on my emotions at all times. How can they tell me to act on something I'm told not to have?
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I knew little about my mother, all I know is she died when I was three. The only reason this knowledge belongs to me is because once during the beginning of my training I used to cry out for my mother. Dr. J told me that I had no parents and that I am just their tool and to shut up and get back to work. But later, when J wasn't around, one of the others came in and told me that the other four came to an agreement that I should be told about my parents, so I could understand that concept. That was when I was told my mother had died and J was my father. I learned through hacking that Heero Yuy was not my name. It belonged to a great man, a great man who died because he believed in peace. It should have never been my name, not a name for a killer.
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I had nothing of this thing called a childhood. I was simply born, I was trained, and then I fought. There is only one more step in this cycle and it is death. Birth, training, fighting, death. That's all I was ever taught about the ways of life. My training was so confusing. Each doctor tried to teach me something different. One said being my self was the only way, but who was I? One said I should be a fighter and learn about mobile Suites then train for my Gundam, but then what is the training to be a Gundam pilot? One suggested I fight on my knowledge and honor, but who knows exactly what honor is? One proposed that I learn the ways of a tough life and work for revenge, but what life is harsher than one with no self? One said I was to be nothing but a tool, a living Mobile Doll, but does a tool have a soul? I was created through all of these things. But over all the final vote, won. I was nothing more than a mobile doll with a heart. When I was I aloud to live?
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GUNDAM. The word strikes fear into the hearts of OZ. But what IS a Gundam pilot? I've thought about that over my years, and the answer is simple: A being striped of his soul and taught to fight for a light, for a hope, that never existed. This being will die for his hope, for his dreams for the future, but his life will have been lost in vain, for his hopes were just ideas planted into his head by another, another who put them there to get them to act the way the other wanted them to. I once heard a saying from Duo, 'Due to recant power shortages the light at the end of the tunnel has been turned off.' Was it ever really on?
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Many times I sit and wonder what my purpose is life is. I know I was born to be a tool of war. I was to be this thing that would set us all free. But what then? Once my purpose is fulfilled then where do I go? What do I do? Killing is all I know. The life of a solider is all I'm suited for. So when this war ends, do I? I'm almost frightened by the idea of the end of this war. What will those scientists do with me? If you think about it, I'm the only one that never had a life to leave, never had one to return to.
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My life has revolved around this war like it was the Earth and I was the moon. All the information I was ever taught was given to me to aide my path. I was taught not to have emotion. But as I live and interact with these people, these boys forced into manhood by a war they are too young to fight, these people I call my friends, I'm slowly realizing that they were wrong. One DOES need emotion to survive. With help from people like Quatre and Duo; hell even Wufei and Trowa, I'm learning what life is really about. I hope that one day I could be as happy and out going as someone like Duo or Quatre. One day I will put Heero Yuy to rest. I will finally let the perfect solider die, all I want to know is, if he dies, will that kill Odin Lowe Jr. too?
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The computer beeped as Heero saved the entry into his personal files.
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"Heero?"
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"Yea Duo?" He asked turning to his lover.
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"Dinners ready, let's go eat"
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"Alright."
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With that Heero Yuy and Duo Maxwell joined hands and went out to join the rest of the pilots for dinner.
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also, I'm on a muse hunt. the only one I have only gets around a computer once a month and is more of a 'I listen while you read' kind of guy so I need a muse. and If you don't know what that is, form what I understand, they reread the fics, and fixes stuff like spelling and grammer and adds the all EVIL HTML coding. (the only html I know is the one to make a paragrath and that's annoying) So if you want the job, E-mail me at the above! PLEASE!
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There are few things in my life I regret. There are also very few things that I cherish. My name is Heero Yuy, no, that's not my name. My name is Odin Lowe Jr. I don't rember the last time I was called that. My father abandoned me when I was three. The problem: he never left. My father is the man who made me who I am. My mother was a sickly woman who eventually died when I was three. That's why my father no longer wanted me. My father now calls him self by the pseudonym Dr. J. He trained me to be a teenaged killing machine. I was actually raised by the five doctors. They all had theory on who I should be, but, WHAT I should be was certain, I was to be the ultimate weapon of war.
/p
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I was born on a day that no one remembers. I believe that once, I was like other children, a happy home, a mother, a father, an identity. Now all I am is a number. A project, something to be studied and categorized. I am known to few as a tool, to the rest I'm a merciless killing machine with no heart. I wonder about that some times. Do I actually have a heart? Of course I do it circulates the blood to the rest of my body. What I mean is do I have an emotional heart. I was taught long ago that emotion will only get you killed in war, but I was also taught to act on my emotions at all times. How can they tell me to act on something I'm told not to have?
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I knew little about my mother, all I know is she died when I was three. The only reason this knowledge belongs to me is because once during the beginning of my training I used to cry out for my mother. Dr. J told me that I had no parents and that I am just their tool and to shut up and get back to work. But later, when J wasn't around, one of the others came in and told me that the other four came to an agreement that I should be told about my parents, so I could understand that concept. That was when I was told my mother had died and J was my father. I learned through hacking that Heero Yuy was not my name. It belonged to a great man, a great man who died because he believed in peace. It should have never been my name, not a name for a killer.
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I had nothing of this thing called a childhood. I was simply born, I was trained, and then I fought. There is only one more step in this cycle and it is death. Birth, training, fighting, death. That's all I was ever taught about the ways of life. My training was so confusing. Each doctor tried to teach me something different. One said being my self was the only way, but who was I? One said I should be a fighter and learn about mobile Suites then train for my Gundam, but then what is the training to be a Gundam pilot? One suggested I fight on my knowledge and honor, but who knows exactly what honor is? One proposed that I learn the ways of a tough life and work for revenge, but what life is harsher than one with no self? One said I was to be nothing but a tool, a living Mobile Doll, but does a tool have a soul? I was created through all of these things. But over all the final vote, won. I was nothing more than a mobile doll with a heart. When I was I aloud to live?
/p
GUNDAM. The word strikes fear into the hearts of OZ. But what IS a Gundam pilot? I've thought about that over my years, and the answer is simple: A being striped of his soul and taught to fight for a light, for a hope, that never existed. This being will die for his hope, for his dreams for the future, but his life will have been lost in vain, for his hopes were just ideas planted into his head by another, another who put them there to get them to act the way the other wanted them to. I once heard a saying from Duo, 'Due to recant power shortages the light at the end of the tunnel has been turned off.' Was it ever really on?
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Many times I sit and wonder what my purpose is life is. I know I was born to be a tool of war. I was to be this thing that would set us all free. But what then? Once my purpose is fulfilled then where do I go? What do I do? Killing is all I know. The life of a solider is all I'm suited for. So when this war ends, do I? I'm almost frightened by the idea of the end of this war. What will those scientists do with me? If you think about it, I'm the only one that never had a life to leave, never had one to return to.
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My life has revolved around this war like it was the Earth and I was the moon. All the information I was ever taught was given to me to aide my path. I was taught not to have emotion. But as I live and interact with these people, these boys forced into manhood by a war they are too young to fight, these people I call my friends, I'm slowly realizing that they were wrong. One DOES need emotion to survive. With help from people like Quatre and Duo; hell even Wufei and Trowa, I'm learning what life is really about. I hope that one day I could be as happy and out going as someone like Duo or Quatre. One day I will put Heero Yuy to rest. I will finally let the perfect solider die, all I want to know is, if he dies, will that kill Odin Lowe Jr. too?
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The computer beeped as Heero saved the entry into his personal files.
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"Heero?"
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"Yea Duo?" He asked turning to his lover.
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"Dinners ready, let's go eat"
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"Alright."
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With that Heero Yuy and Duo Maxwell joined hands and went out to join the rest of the pilots for dinner.
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also, I'm on a muse hunt. the only one I have only gets around a computer once a month and is more of a 'I listen while you read' kind of guy so I need a muse. and If you don't know what that is, form what I understand, they reread the fics, and fixes stuff like spelling and grammer and adds the all EVIL HTML coding. (the only html I know is the one to make a paragrath and that's annoying) So if you want the job, E-mail me at the above! PLEASE!
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