Born in darkness.

The monotonous sound of the factory. Lifeless machines. Soulless mechanisms.

Creating a weapon. Creating a shell. Creating a living being.

Born in darkness.

In war, life is nothing.

In war, death is all.

An eternity, waiting. The purpose, imprinted into it's mind. A life, given to it, only to die. An evil grin, eyes of determined anger. Wicked, ready to kill. Ready to die. Ready for it's destiny.

Destiny awaits. It's brethren feel it, the machines start moving. Excitement! He is coming. Their purpose shall be fulfilled! Readied for launch. Readied, fired, the darkness disappears, the world!

The whole world in front of it's eyes. But these eyes are not made to see the world. These eyes are not made to live, they are made to kill.

The target! It's destiny! It shall be blown to pieces! For death, blood and vengeance!

I shall give my life! Speeding, accelerating, throwing myself against the enemy. He will not escape. A grin, imprinted on it's body, but also, a grin in it's heart. It's destiny, fulfilled!

A jump, no! NO! The grin remains, yet, the grin evaporates. Nothing is left but horror.

My destiny? Where is it? I have been born to kill! I have been born to die! And yet... The enemy avoided me. I can't turn back, why? Why is this happening? I want to return, I want to fulfill my destiny! I don't want to give my life for nothing. I am ready to die! I am ready to die, yet...

I want to kill! My mother, a soulless machine, has given me my soul, my life, my body, not just to die! Is this what happened to my brethren? Is this what happened to so many? But why? Why give us this purpose, when we can't fulfil it. Why give us a mind that gives us this horror, when we see the truth...

The grin, painted on it, pure irony. It's heart succumbs. It's will deteriorates. It's soul will soon be no more. It can see the wall in front of it... It can predict the crash...

Why did they give a purpose to these beings? Why did they give life to those who will die without any meaning to their death?

Because in war,

life is nothing,

and death is all.