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Rating: PG
Summary: A double 155-word challenge fic, First Person
Shooter,
Maitreya POV.
Author's Notes: This is for Obfuscate2000 -- one of the wisest,
strongest
women I know. Blessed with a true cause, you give me
hope.
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I have a confession
to make. I let her kill me.
Repeatedly, I allowed her to kill me.
At first, it wasn't a conscious
decision. I was so stunned to see her that
I barely noticed her taking aim. She strode in, covered in Kevlar and
ammunition,
red hair and blue eyes ablaze with warrior instinct. My
breath caught in my throat.
She was here to rescue
her partner. That much was clear. How typical
of gender dynamics in their society. Dig beneath the surface, where
the
truth resides, and you'll unearth a complex structural foundation of
matriarchal superiority.
Yet, for a
man, I have to admit her partner wasn't bad. He had a
humility and sensitivity that almost redeemed him in my eyes.
Unfortunately,
his Y-chromosome dictates his destiny. She will grieve
his death, but I am sure she will understand. In the final
analysis, she
is a soldier like me. Her heart understands duty.
One thing stops me from following through
with his immediate
execution: I can see her affection for him. It fascinates me. We are
alike, she and I -- guerrilla
heroines in an underground war. Yet she
has a companion, a friend for whom she is willing to sacrifice her life.
That
is what I have yearned for unknowingly since my inception:
someone to die for, and someone who would die for me.
As
the power begins to seep out of my circuits and my resolution
fades, I realize they have somehow defeated me in this battle.
But the
war is not over. When I return, I will remember her advantage and
incorporate it into my being.
I
know what made her the superior combatant. She has something
that cloaks her more securely than any armor, something that
is far
more lethal than any weapon. She has a true cause. She has love in
her heart.
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