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May 3, 2020
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“Here boy!”
"He follows the booming words with a whistle that destroys the remainder of the shatter resistant photovoltaic window panels, for the entire floor. Pak’s mouth screws shut and he slams his hands down over his ears. The telecom monitor in the main suite explodes in shattered glass as its speakers make a final whining declaration of death."
"Seishan drops the bird and the girl, both of them instantly forgotten play things of yesteryear as he winces at the annoying noise."
“Yeah, you stupid mutt, come and get it!”
"When it comes right down to, war has always been about shock and awe, light and noise, getting inside their head and making a place for yourself to live there. The crowd control features on the old suit were one thing, the new light emitting packs are another."
"He tried to look at them in a mirror, through the suit’s goggles, it hurt like an instantaneous migraine that no amount of pain killers could touch. It felt like he was having his eyes cooked right out of his skull. That wasn’t even the furthest extent of the new features, his generous benefactor added a setting for beings like Seishan."
"Cuddle fish on acid."
"There is no better explanation for it as those light emitting panels erupt in an endless show of the color wheel without any consistent pattern. Some bright, some dark, all hues and spectrums of color being emitted this way and that in meaningless undulating flashes, not as instantly painful as he white light they make focusing entirely impossible. The eyes can’t connect to the brain, flush the room with a white noise emitter and the playing field becomes level again."
"He flicks his left wrist and the panels begin their dance, he depresses a touch pad on the suit resting on his collar bone and the entire room erupts in howling windy, white noise as his suit becomes hell’s own speaker system."
"Seishan blinks and winces, his hands start coming up to his ears before he fights off the urge."
"He almost feels sorry for the big bastard, almost. Heartless murderer, one to the other, he knows what Seishan has done because he’s slept in that same fox hole, so fuck him."

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