Reflections of a Nameless Minion
I serve Earth's rightful master. My heart, soul, and body are his to command. I will die for him, kill for him, fade away into dust for him. I am invisible until he needs me. I am zero.
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My lord has a lady. Her rank is Sergeant, but all know that she will rule beside him when we take the Earth. While my heart breaks, I am happy for him.
She's with him every day. I see them together, so perfectly in sync that they could be one being, and envy her the intimacy she shares with him. Are they lovers? Is that the secret? Does she know the touch of his hands and the taste of his mouth? Does she see the man under the mask?
Or is it another connection? They have spilled blood and cheated death together, shared the risks of battle and espionage: is that how they became as one?
And, late at night, when I cannot sleep, darker speculations come to me. Thoughts about Leader X, our overlord, about the things I have seen or thought I've seen. Elegant, inhuman, unhuman shapes that glide through Cross Karakoram, unresponsive to any human voice. Glimpses as they build a mecha, or through a closing doorway. Rumors of experiments. Other things I dare not think too much about.
What plan has Leader X set in motion? What links Leader X, my lord, and his lady? Sometimes I think I can see the barest outlines, more terrifying than any mere nightmare, and I turn my mind's eye away. It is enough that there is a plan. That I cannot bear even the hint of it demonstrates my inferiority.
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It will be bad if my lord loses his lady. There was a change when she came; a good change. As if our goal has come within reach within our lifetimes. As if my lord need only to reach out, and the world will be his. All that is left are the details.
My lord shall not lose her. Not if I have any say.
