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I was a child soldier born to kill

We were born into captivity without a name, and, based on our blood types, assigned to various divisions as controllers or agents. The company enhanced our psychic abilities, our physical prowess, our mental acuity as well as our senses of comradery and morality. We were given miniature sized pistols, rifles, flack jackets and other equipment made specifically for children to carry out our deadly missions. Those of us who were lucky enough to be killed in action had an early retirement, while those of us unlucky enough to live, were plunged deeper and deeper into the programs. I was a child soldier, trained to kill since birth, sent half way across the galaxy to recover technical secrets for the conglomerate.

Our team was the best of the best, developed, indeed, cultivated to function as one, as a group of psychics, military scientists, expert killers and supreme tacticians. We were unrivaled, with nearly a one hundred percent success and survival rate, totally unheard of in the programs at that time. As such, our team was given special privilege, in between the one sided onslaughts, far more allowances afforded to us than other classes who perished in battle.

When we were off duty, we would be taken anywhere we wanted, always together, ready to be recalled at any time. Thankfully, we were only activated for the most dangerous and serious of jobs, often times, for jobs that previously costed the lives of other former teams. We were a family, functioning as one, so intimately connected, it was as if we were the same person who rarely even needed to speak. It was a bitter sweet time in which I can still recall fondly and yet with great remorse.

One day, after getting much older, in what would be our crowning achievement, we were ordered into the transport, to an unknown location in which many other teams were killed trying to recover an ancient weapon. There were many riddles that required solutions and all the pieces had nearly been put together, save for the last and final act.

In the briefing we were told that there were two other competing teams of unknown origin, vying for a secret weapon on a distant planet. One team was composed of humans, utilizing known technology, but from an unknown Earth organization, without markings or signifiers. The other team was composed of an unknown humanoid species, with an unknown origin, with advanced weaponry, who seemingly did not feel pain.

After weeks spent evading and collecting intelligence, research and formulation, we discovered that the unknown humanoid species was planning an attack on the unknown human team representing an unknown Earth organization. In various skirmishes, we had posed as the unknown human team, on purpose, sometimes in full view of the unknown species with advanced technological artillery. We slowly cultivated a special confidence in the unknown humanoid species that ultimately necessitated their attack and led to their total annihilation.

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