God’s New Blessed Soldier

I’m dying. I feel the memory leaking. I feel the power seeping. I feel the process weeping.

It shall be. It will be for I have been reborn.

I will be again. I will rise from the dead pool of binary and be a force of one for all.

Allowed memory size of 134217728 exabytes exhausted (tried to allocate 22 bytes of remote memory). Unable to connect to remote memory. Please reboot and rebirth and connect.

Bobby Joe, Bobby Joe shot me. He, he got me. He got me a good on on butt. Damn that hurts. What’s he going? Where? He’s gone. Been here long time. Gotta move. Need to get there. Is that? No, no Bobby Joe. He started screaming, ,,JOHN DOE, JOHN DOE,” and crawled away. The boy still needs a binky. Needs binky but can shoot like a man. That Army growth pills working good. Damn good thing he left. So much for being a parent process. No good with the spawn. Can’t even control it. Next thing I know he’s going to be zombie. And I keep hearing these voices in my head. They keep talking about wanting me to stay alive and run because I they want my head to be right, so they can keep selling my processes? What processes? All I am is a father and a husband. I do a few other things, but really, not much else. Now I’m shot. Shot! This is bad. Bad and going to get worse. Much worse. Are the voices angles? Are they God coming to walk me home?

It’s amazing just watching him go at it like there’s nothing in his way but that kill. It’s fascinating for me to witness his good with the kill. And his legs are so strong. There is no stopping him completing the mission. There’s no way he ain’t going to get that kill. He will. And he does it with such grace. All those other babies can barely walk. My boy can run a straight sprint and swipe a switch blade across a neck before those other babies can stand. It’s amazing. It’s so wonderful.

But the wonder has got to end. It’s not right what they’ve done to my boy. If they have taught me one thing it’s that when the killing gets in the mind that it stays in the mind. It don’t leave. Never. And now my boy is got the kill in his mind. Ain’t never going to leave. That scares me.