Inspired by a prompt from Aidan Fritz.
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“Let’s get underway,” said Major General Lusin. OrCAs interpreted the subtle inflections of Lusin’s voice, registered the command, and automatically began launch procedures. The capsules spiraled out from the containment unit, a dark cube surrounded now by a cloud of glowing dots as the reflective sails caught the light. The cloud elongated, attenuated, stretching down to the planet’s surface.
“Troops launched,” OrCAs announced.
“Fucking robots,” Lusin muttered.
“Sir,” OrCAs said, “we have no mechanized troops. Our corps is composed primarily of NHST-101; ninety-six percent human tissue.”
“Goddamned zombies, then,” said Lusin. He slurped his soy-caff angrily.
“As you wish, sir.”
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