THE TIN SOLDIERS
They came in all shapes and sizes. Too many to separate out at first. Like a bunch of mismatched socks or two puzzle pieces glued together. Recognizable on the outside but imposters on the inside. Cold and controlled, they descended upon us from everywhere. Emerging from factories and institutions, and coming by truck, plane, boat and shuttle, no one was safe. Each with their weapon of choice aimed at the target they were guided toward. Voice commanded by generals off-site, their life’s mission is to destroy Earth.
Criminals from the get go, they fooled everyone in the beginning. Each playing the role they were assigned by the powers that be, they infiltrated our lives …. never missing a beat. Bodies both human and robotic, coming from places both near and far, it was only their eyes that gave them away. Mismatched and soulless, they resembled humans possessed or animals on attack. No heart and no conscience, they were created to destroy. Victims themselves by the God they prayed to, they were given just the right blend of artificial intelligence to achieve the unthinkable … and just the right blend of drugs to keep them hooked on the line. Like puppets on a string. An army of test tube babies and computer-controlled robots, they were born into a clinical world without love.
Slaves from conception, they are loyal to their master. Never challenging the orders given, they follow the path set out for them. Capable of free will but refusing to break free, they are tin soldiers hell bent on destruction. Promised a reward in the end, they are fed a pack of lies and manipulated by ruthless and cunning commanders too diabolical to believe. Brainwashed, addicted and sacrificed time and again for a cause no one fully understands, the soldiers keep marching on….
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