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Underground eXperts United
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Presents...
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[ Toy Soldiers ] [ By The GNN ]
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"TOY SOLDIERS"
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by THE GNN/DualCrew/uXu
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"We are unique! Truly unique in the universe!"
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(Albert Einstein)
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2003. Everything was normal. Until.
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They landed all over the planet earth. Great starships, bigger than anything
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ever seen. No one expected them. There must have been millions of them,
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because wherever there were people, there was a ship. All newspapers and
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television stations believed that they were first with the news since
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a ship had landed on their lawn too. They never got the chance to send
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the news however. Fifteen minutes after they had landed, almost the whole
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population of planet earth were sitting in chairs inside the ships, on
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their way to unknown places. Left behind were only the disabled and the weak.
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Billions of strange robots had in incredible speed rushed out from the ships
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and collected humans. They had carried them out from houses, stores,
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hospitals, offices - wherever there were people. Resistance was hopeless.
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The robots couldn't be harmed.
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Large holes on the outside of the ships sucked the humans inside the ship
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and after a long, winding ride placed them in comfortable chairs.
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Like fruit in packages, all kinds of people sat beside each other. Many
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of them hadn't realized what had happened yet.
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"The President? How nice to meet you!", an old lady said to the well-
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dressed man beside her. He looked quite shocked. Understandable, since he
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was in a meeting just twenty minutes ago. His guards didn't even get the
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chance to reach for their weapons when two robots crashed into the room
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and grabbed him. "The russians!", was his first thought.
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Now he, The President, was sitting strapped to a chair in a large room
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with all kinds of people. "Large", wasn't enough. The room must have been
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several miles. It was shaped as a tube and chairs were placed around it.
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The tube must be moving around otherwise the people in the "ceiling" would
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have fallen down. Strange. He tried to see the end of the tube in front
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of him. Impossible. The space continued forever. He looked upwards. The people
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above him looked like flies.
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"Well, how could I know what would happen this day you see a black robot
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just ran into my house and dragged me away and what do I see here you
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The president what are you doing here are you also a victim of this..."
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Of course, some old bitch with a streaming mouth, had to be placed on his
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left side. He couldn't stand it.
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"oh yes I have a really bad feeling about this what do you say isn't it
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strange just like that V thing that I saw on TV last year hey..."
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But he couldn't do anything about it. Yet. This must be some mistake,
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why had the large ship kidnapped him and some uninteresting citizens?
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Was it some kind of experiment?
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He suddenly froze. Imagine if it were hunters from another world,
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searching for prey. Maybe they had found this world and...and...oh, god!
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What if they planned to eat him! Sweat begun to drip from his face.
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The ship was moving.
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Why did he feel so uncomfortable calm?
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Captain BerZerk and Major Raven sat in the cockpit of the great battle
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cruiser "ClockWork II" and waited.
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"They are on their way now, Captain!"
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Captain BerZerk nodded to Major Raven. Green dots on the radar had
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already informed him about the fact.
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"Good! Inform them about the situation and send them to the battle area!"
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Captain BerZerk looked through the big window and watched the millions
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of stars outside the cruiser. In the distance, he could see the black
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ships with the humans closing in.
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"Listen! Humans!", echoed through the millions of black ships. "In a few
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seconds you will receive a battle suit!"
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Plang! Klang! Blong! Before anyone got the chance to react, the suit
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was there. Placed over the entire body and a helmet over the head.
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Shiny and metallic but not uncomfortable. Now, the President had had
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enough. It was time to complain.
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Mong! Rom! Slom!
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Too late.
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"Citizen! In your right hand you now got a weapon! In a few minutes you
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will be placed in a red desert! Fire at everything that doesn't look like
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you! It's no idea to give up! They will not take any prisoners! Try to
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survive as long as you can! No don't bother trying to fire the gun now!
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It's still de-activated! Do not try to commit suicide! It is not possible!
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The gun will not fire at yourself!"
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The message was repeated in several languages. The President looked
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at the weapon in his hand. Big and blue with a mean trigger placed by his
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index finger. He felt like Judge Dredd.
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"Hey!", he screamed to the voice. "You cannot do this! I don't know who
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you are but you are doing something incredibly wrong! We are humans!
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H-U-M-A-N-B-E-I-N-G-S! WE ARE UNIQUE! We are not warriors in your army!
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THIS IS A MISTAKE!"
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But no one heard him.
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A short time later, when he saw the mean creatures running towards him
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in the desert he fought for his life.
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"Damn!"
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"I feel a sense of irritation in your voice, Captain?", Major Raven said
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with a low voice.
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Captain BerZerk stared at the status-table with the text "You Lose!",
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blinking in the middle of it. With a sigh, he leaned back in his seat.
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His eyes relaxed on the stars again. Major Raven pushed a button in front
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of him.
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"It seems like our enemies won again. Shall I hail the white flag?"
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Captain BerZerk laughed loud and cruel.
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"Funny! Funny! Just because Earth.V1 turned out to be a planet of wimps?
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Bad seed! That's all! Next time we raise a planet of warriors, we only
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let them grow for a couple of billion years more! That's all we need to do!"
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Captain BerZerk closed his eyes.
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"Don't forget we got sixteen more of "Planet Earth" to play with!"
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/////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////
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Call THE STASH - Home of Underground eXperts United +46-13-175042
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Textfile writers around the globe! Mail me a letter!
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THE GNN/uXu -+- P.O.BOX 5 -+- 790 23 SVARDSJO -+- SWEDEN
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