As the log flickers to life, you see a unit before you. His facemask is somewhere off-screen. He has pale skin with green eyes. All hair appears to be absent from his head. As he begins to speak, one would notice a subtle French-Swiss accent."I still do not understand why I decided to make a video log. This is something expected of a sentimental recruit."
350 waves his right hand dismissal. "Whatever, I needed to get some things off of my mind. Augmented as I am, my mental health is a fickle bitch that I must unfortunately appease from time to time."
He takes a deep breath, letting out a slow sigh. "Let us get this over with."
350 leans forward, leaning on the table in front of him and clasping his hands together. "First off, I wish to talk about these new batches of recruits that have been flooding in of late. One has to wonder what goes through their minds as they put on their facemask for the first time. Do they truly understand what they signed up for? I know I did. I joined for the science, to aid the Union towards their ultimate goal of enlightening the human race. These new recruits, however, probably joined just to get a full meal."
The right end of 350's lips smirks upwards, a grunt escaping his mouth. "How pathetic, be that true. While there have been some exceptions, I feel little respect for any recruit. After all, idiot recruits come from idiot citizens."
"Ah yes, the citizens. Most of them were always idiots, but it seems that more and more pop up every day. Malcompliant is too strong a word for these citizens. I prefer..."
350 begins waves his right hand in circles in the air, attempting to think of the correct word"...moronic. I have found that there are three types of citizens. The Alpha type are the "mature" citizens of the group. They intrigue me. In fact, I am rather curious as to how their minds work. I engaged in conversation with an Alpha at one point, and was immediately engaged in a battle of wits that I can only describe as pleasurable. Unfortunately, not everyone is an Alpha. The Betas are the first type of moron. I do not know the quantities of mind altering chemicals that the Union is flooding their water supply with, but the Betas have drunk enough. Every time I walk outside, I am accosted by Betas begging for loyalist points. It makes me want to reach out and snap each and every one of their dystrophied necks, but that would be counter productive. The Union needs new recruits, and the Betas are our largest pool."
350 sighs again. "Unfortunately."
"The Gammas are the worst of the lot. Instead of extreme loyalty, these citizens are borderline 10-103M. You tell them to get on the wall and they instinctively run away. The good news is I no longer have to do paperwork. The bad news is, we have another DB to clean up and our Civil Administration whines about how we are making their job harder."
350 raises his voice, becoming enraged. I do not give a fuck about a citizen in a shitty suit! Just because they wear a suit, they think they are entitled to a better meal!?"
He lowers his voice, conscious of possible units in ear-shot. "They do not deserve my respect. Let the recruits gawk at their feet, I bow to no citizen."
"Higher units, however, are a different matter. There are no High Command units I disrespect, but I have the most respect for units 03109 and 270. I have seen them work, and they take my breath away when ever they enter the room. Upon sight, recruits and lower units cower, whimper, and take alternate routes to their destinations. Those who do not, receive cruel and unusual punishments that I would never think of. One recruit I treated had his testicles smashed by a groin kick from the Commander, and another was shot point blank with a 357 round to the knee for incompetence. We need more units like that in the CCA, and I look up to them as my role models, the same way a recruit should look up to me as a role model."
"I remember the other day, 03109 approached me, and I suggested ripping this malcompliant's brains out through his remaining eye socket, as he was a cyclops. The Commander denied my suggestion, claiming it was too messy, and suggested a cleaner one: Using one citizen as a bat and the other as the ball."
Again with the smirk. "I consider that a complement."
The euphoric smirk eventually fades from 350's face as he reaches off screen and reapplies his facemask. His unaltered voice is replaced by the mask's vocoder. " There. My conscience is sated. Now, if you do not mind, I will patrolling. Who knows, I might meet an Alpha this shift."
The screen flickers off, ending the recording.
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