My crime was small…stealing food. But we were at war and the judge threw the book at me. I was given a choice. Serve five years in prison or “volunteer” to join the military. I did not choose well. As it turns out, the Genevian Military was losing the war. Nietzschea was advancing on every front. Our AIs were gone, the enemy could hack our drones. So they took society’s castoffs and made us into cyborgs…what the military calls mechs. I was lucky…well, luckier than most. See this sleek body?…
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