I spent a lifetime serving. In fact, more than a lifetime.
The time when I started is now a hazy memory, sinking into the darkness of the past.
So much time has passed, more than a man should be allowed to live.
I was one of the first capsuleers.
I fought. I died. And got reincarnated.
Again. And again. And again.
My body is still young and fresh, the latest of an endless list of clones, too many to count. And yet, I feel the ache of old age in my bones.
I’m tired.
I’ve spent a lifetime serving. Fighting.
For love.
For honour.
And I obeyed. Even when I should have spoken up, I obeyed.
Because that’s what a capsuleer, a soldier, must do: obey the orders. Only this way, order can be maintained.
I was a soldier before becoming a capsuleer. Others fell for the lavish lifestyle of the immortals, where there was no limit, just a fresh clone, but I was a soldier, before being an immortal.
And I obeyed the orders.
For love.
For honour.
I want to retire, but I know there is no retirement for the like of me.
Honour has driven me, honour to fight till the very end to preserve what I swore I would defend until my last breath.
And thus, I will honour my oath.
For love.
I loved. A long time ago.
Before I realized I was immortal, and they were not. Before they all became dust, and I did not.
Love for my oath, for my country, is all the love I have left.
And for love, I will keep on fighting.
Signed: an immortal
Entry in the Prose category for the YC 127 New Eden Writing Contest .
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The soundtrack: Love, Honour, and Obey