Forgotten Causes, 09 Burial Detail, is now posted.
This is the end. But not for me.
Forgotten Causes, 09 Burial Detail, is now posted.
This is the end. But not for me.
Forgotten Causes, 08 Rescue Operation, is now posted.
You got to try to rescue the girl, at least try, even if she might be a robot. Even if it does not work.
Not everyone gets a happy ending. You try.
Forgotten Causes, 07 Countermeasures, is now posted.
Who would fight a war across the uncountable distances and meaningless emptiness of space? The damn nothingness is so damn big and so damn empty that everything men dream about doing, every cause they dream about fighting for, or against, means not a damn thing; not a damn thing at all; not hatred, not revenge, not anything.
Should I give the order to open fire?
Forgotten Causes, 06 Targeting Elements, is now posted.
Negotiations broke down, and ended up in gunfire.
One good thing about being an amnesiac, is that I could not tell if this kind of thing was a habit with me. But somehow I think it is.
Forgotten Causes, 05 Cooperation Required, is now posted.
Good cop, bad cop routine. You know the drill. Having a gun pointed at my head always puts me in a bad mood.
But I have to admit, the dark-haired beauty asked a good question: what was the point in dying for a forgotten cause?
Forgotten Causes, 03 Memory Discontinuity, is now posted.
If this entry is disjointed, I am leaving it that way since that is what it seemed to be. Maybe nightmare. Maybe worse.
They say that at times, forgetting is a blessing. Now if I could only remember who “they” were, I would know what to make of it.
Forgotten Causes, 02 Defense Condition, is now posted.
First contact and engagement with unknown hostiles was non-optimal. Sure, it looks like a total CF, but I feel I won that fight.
Forgotten Causes, 01 Secure Mission Posture, is now posted.
Before I forget: This is not my after-action report. I’ll do that after I kill myself again, and turn into him. If he is still me, he can put it into proper context.
But in case he is not me, I wanted a brain-record of my raw impressions of how the cluster-foxtrot went down, from my point of view. This me, I mean.
Broken into several entries.