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I always thought I was destined for great things. Seems somewhere along the way, I got “great” confused with “fuckin’ terrifying.”
Way back in my day, I got drafted to fight in the First Flu War. This was back during Apartheid, when red blood cells and white blood cells weren’t allowed to drink from the same capillaries. But we were all expected to do our duty. The red blood cells would form our supply lines, and we’d do all the heavy lifting, all the dirty work. Nobody respected us whites.
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One day, me and a bunch of reds were defending a hospital after the main column had marched off. The wounded reds were absolutely useless in battle, but me and about two hundred whites held off a few thousand Flu. In retrospect, it was heroic, but at the time I was pissin’ my own membrane.
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I killed dozens of them myself. It makes it hard to look in the mirror, but in a way, I’m still proud.
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These days, kids are spoiled. You’ve got all these little fuckers fresh off the teat of the bone marrow who just think they’re INVINCIBLE, like they’re the T-cell from God, or some shit. Well, try bein’ invincible when you’re starin’ down sixteen hundred Godless, pinkeye-causin’ bacteriartillery mannin’ state-of-the-art poo-flake guns. Try cradling your best friend’s ruptured phospholipid bilayer in your own cilica. Try a day-in, day-out posting at Fort Urethra. THEN come back and tell me who you think’s invincible.
Here’s a hint: it’s me.
