This choice: The war is not yet over, so it would seem • Go Back...Chapter #2The war is not yet over, so it would seem by: brandygang   She had done it, after all these years of fighting and struggling, trying to help both sides at one point, Sally Sanban, or the mechanical individual who thought herself to be Sally had done it. The was over. Boys were officially eliminated from the planet, all made into feminine, happy and unquestionably cheerful girls, who would engage in only the silliest, most ineffective girliest of thoughts per Madam Margaret's twisted dream. Not a boy was left to be seen on the planet, probably. Sally held her breath and climbed into the large Helicarrier. It was pink and gaudy on the outside, but incredibly massive on the inside. The main lobby of it alone could make most hotels seem rather cheap, and she knew the space only went out from there.
Not that she was impressed. She'd seen all the sights and fancy tech from Madam Margaret's Arsenal, all the terrifying weapons and items to convert and brainwash boys into being nice obedient girls that would join her society and follow her orders. Untold amounts of artillery, vehicles, ships, tanks, airships, satellites, mobile anthropoids or walkers and other showy powerful displays of magnitude that demonstrated the Mistress of Girlhood's might. It mattered now. It barely mattered to the robot Sally that she had conquered the last beacon oh hope for boykind and made them into docile, smiling playful girls that she'd soon seen initiated and brought into the 'Utopian' society, like all before them were.
She'd brought an end to a war. There was never anything satisfying or inherently noble or happy about being the gun to shoot down the last adversary in a war. Least of all when you're the aggressor, the unrelenting conqueror and not defender.
Sanban heard a faint ding and an orange light went off. She took her mug off the machine and sipped her brew. Fresh coffee, not sweetened too much but heated and boiled to perfection. Hot, it was so hot. She put a little cold cream in it and sat herself back on the table. The table was pink with lavish vinyl silverware, just like her cup. Pink like the cream and now her coffee. Why did everything have to be Pink, she was really getting sick of pink. Thoughts like those came up often, but she'd shrug it off just the same. Not that having a complimentary cafe 24/7 wasn't a nice perk to have for being a soldier, but the whole affair with pink was really overdone sometimes. As she sipped her coffee again, it poured out and stained right onto her uniform. She rubbed them dry with a napkin and looked up. Everyone else felt it too, the strange shaking and tremors.
Gritting her teeth, Sally grabbed her gun and ran towards the lobby and soon out to the entrance of the top of the Carrier. Even here, several hundred meters afloat and on route in the air, pandemonium was taking place. Sally gave a hand gesture to an aide and soon a signal went off throughout the ship. Things weren't going to be quite as peaceful as they'd thought. And outside, Sally soon got a glimpse of why.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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