Fractals: Then and Now
Another rainy day, another day to train in the mud and cold with my fellow soldiers. Everywhere I look I see the same set of armour, the same battle stance, the same defence pose, everyone is but a clone of the guy on the left.
It was not always like this though, there was once a time when I was unique, when I was the only of my kind for miles around. I had my own little hut down the road, with obscure looking lawn ornaments, and a nice small barbeque in the backyard different from all my neighbors. But what made it unique was the paint job I had done on my home, bright neon green siding and a florescent yellow rooftop, very different from everyone on the block with the basic sandpaper brown shingles and red brick siding. I used to wear bright plaid pants with blue suspenders and I could go about my day completing all the usual errands a standard elemental like me must do. I was my own being, and I thought no one could ever take that away from me, but now I look around and realize that I was wrong back then.
Everyone is the same, we are all clones of each other, and there is nothing unique about the person across the dinner table where we all sit and eat. The beds are all the same plain and boring, the cubby holes are filled with the same objects for everyone. The only thing unique about us now is our station number; Soldier#1532, Soldier#1533, Soldier#1534... if only I could be 1819, or 337, or even something really crazy like Bob just something different than those around me to stand out.
In a way it is my own fault for being stripped of my identity and cloned to all belief, the all-knowing masters of our realm must have been unhappy with me trying to be as unique as I was. I was only showing off who I am and who I could be, but then they decided to send me to that musty dark laboratory for some sort of crazy tests. I am not sure anymore if they wiped my memory or the experiences in the laboratory were just that traumatic that I intentionally forgot them, but either way I do not remember anything of how the cloning process occurred.
We march in step now preparing for the big war of the elemental realms, but I wish I could be myself fighting with the other unique characters from our realm, each with our own unique abilities, strengths, and personalities. We would have been an unstoppable team covering for the other's weaknesses, and winning the war like champions. Now with the new technologic advancements from
Forensic RAdiation Cloning TActical Labs our lives will never be the way that they used to.
