Uranus
Author's Note: Enjoy the poem and R&R.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to or of Battle Arena Toshinden.
Summary:
"Gentlemen, I give you the Man-Machine Project!"
"Well done," she whispers a hiss
Not human
Perhaps her own inspiration
A nude idea in the metalled mind playing on her screen
For her – The Organization's continuing work
The Man-Machine Project
Soldiers with impossible predictive capacity, without pain
Counter to anything in use on the battlefield today
Very different, as her puppet Sofia emoted
Mortal enemies from the Toshin Tournament opposing her lust for power launch into her hideout
More and more appear to join the good fight
Thundering. Bringing her more and more valuable data
A honeymoon of red crosses assumed upon the chests of her uncounted pawns
Vermilion-forced blades blowing up through her men's backs
Excellent blood fodder
For Chaos's appetite
For subsequent generations of potential "volunteers"
There are no defects. Only more and more opportunities to observe
The copies are not the defective units
It's the originals that are flawed. They're what's wrong
That is why she needs
To wipe out thought
Removal of the poison
The antidote for human error
Such as Gaia's attachment to his daughter Ellis, the bait
He'll say what he will to stall and achieve a temporary solution
And Uranus won't let any of them get far
But she'll be entertained by the spectacle
Flying away
And having the last laugh while she watches them be beaten and afraid
And die soon
Rid of for her grand experiment
The lesson they plant here will be incorporated into future production
All amateurs must be destroyed
All traitors killed
