Press the green flag and sit back The song is looped
Original video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZmfSVTfvtgA I was made to be nothing more than machine for war. This is my Story Of A Soldier. I look back on those days. I came off of the assembly line and was told to fight, was programmed to fight, and fight I did. I fought in many battles, watched as many of my fellow machines died, yet I kept fighting, kept obeying orders. I didn't know what to do otherwise. When I wasn't fighting I was watching the human soldiers. They would express feelings that I was not capable of, they would mourn the loss of one of their own, they would laugh and smile. Feelings I envied. I once asked my creators, what it meant to be human. They told me I was just a machine created to be sold for a profit, I was not meant to have feelings. After that encounter I felt something inside me. An error in my system, the technicians called it. IT did not feel like an error though. It felt as if I was becoming human, almost. I would continue to fight my battles, yet I would feel something each time I saw one of my fellow robots fall. After my last battle I told a technician about this feeling. He analyzed it and told his boss. Later that same day his boss met me. He told me I would be taken apart and analyzed so that I could be used to create more soldiers like me. These new soldiers would become his big payday. I did not know what to say, so I said nothing. The technician said nothing either. The boss said I was to be disassembled the next day, but for now I was to be powered down. After that it went black. When my power was restored I noticed the face of the technician, I also noticed that my restraints had been lifted. I asked him what he was doing, He simply stated that he was saving a life, for I was now not just a robot but a sentient being. I thanked him as he helped me escape from the facility in which I was being held. We parted ways once we were outside. I promised myself that if I ever saw that technician again, I would thank him for every thing. Its been five years since my escape and I am still on the run from that corporation, who still search desperately to find my whereabouts. I will not let them find me. I will not be disassembled. I will remain free. Free from anyone's commands. Free to forge my own destiny.
