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  Zorlag tilted his head. “A contaminator ? Really, is that what they tell them ?” I could tell through my friend's helmet that his face took on an expression of mischievous disbelief.
  
  I shook my head. “It is what the GDF says it is.”
  
  ”Haven’t they noticed that we speak English to one another ?”
  
  I laughed. “Yeah, but we sound scary. So, how long you gonna be tinkering with those turrets ?”
  
  “As long as it takes, man. As long as it takes.”
  
  “Let’s face it”, I said. “Even if they knew that we’re their great-great-great-great-grandchildren….”
  
  “You’re right”, retorted Zorlag, “They would’ve bashed our skulls in anyway. I mean, just look at us !”
  
  “A contaminator, though”, I sighed. “That’s inventive”.
  
  “They could’ve come up with something more plausible” Zorlag chimed. “Something like a “death star” or a “photon cannon””. He clunked at the turret in frustration and dropped the wrench, which went bouncing down the side of the hill.
  
  I folded my railgun. “Hold on, I’ll get it”.
  
  As I traversed down the hill, I could feel the ground shake with the hits of artillery at a distance. A black cloud appeared on the horizon. Less than a mile away, other Strogg soldiers were dying to keep our last line of defense - all for the greater good… one that got lost in translation.
  
  This was the very definition of a pointless war, I philosophized, bending down to get the wrench. As Zorlag says, I always get my head into the clouds….
  
  Zorlag.
  
  I spun around.
  
  Zorlag was talking to another Strogg. That other Strogg was me.
  
  …
  
  “ZORLAG !!” I hit the ground running.
  
  They both turned to look at me. Then Zorlag slowly turned toward the OTHER ME.
  
  I WILL NOT MAKE IT IN TIME.
  
  Unholstering the railgun took what seemed like an eternity.
  
  Through the scope, I saw Zorlag on the ground, grasping his eye. The marine was aiming at his head. The railgun shook violently as I pulled the trigger. Then I ran. I ran as fast as I could. Looking up, I saw the marine limping away to the nearby tank.
  
  Smoke was coming out of bullet holes on Zorlag’s helmet. I remember the blood stains on the knife sticking out of his eyesocket. I think I yelled for a technician. It all became a blur at that point. It was all so redundant and pointlessly cruel. I remember getting into a Cyclops. I remember the auxiliary generator flying off and crashing into my skull as the missiles hit. I remember the screaming and cracking of human bones under the chassis. The panicked beeping of depleted shields. But the things that I remember the most are the red crosshairs and the long beep as I locked on to THAT TANK.
  
  I will put an end to this war. Even if it's the last thing I do.

  Oct 08, 2007 12:58pm PDT
  REVISED VERSION BELOW: ========================= Zorlag tilted his head. “A contaminator ... : shihonage
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