A transhuman soldier would lie motionless on the ground.
A human has just shot him in the face.
He lies on the pavement of the highway that now becomes his tomb. The concrete hell this place once was now represents his casket. The human times a grenade, and rolls it to his comrades. They die in the explosion.
Though he is still alive. 
Barely held afloat by his life support systems.
By technical definition, though, he is dead.
His brain is wrecked. He attached a monitor onto the bastard human that nearly cost him his life, fulfilling his last goal as a servant for the Combine empire. When he was shot, all allegiance was lost. 
All that is left is rage.
Pure, unbridled rage.
Dress shoes appear from behind a car, and they stride towards his motionless body with every step commanding their presence.
They stop at his resting ground.
A breathy voice addresses him.
“What a valiant effort you have made for your overseers.”
No response.
“Though you’ll find my line of work a little more…wellll…exciting.”
No response.
“I see you are the silent type. No matter, what we do you wont neeeed a voice for actions speak louder than words.”
The figure would stroll around the body, walking as if he were giving a speech. His sudden pauses and hesitation between some words make him seem like he isn’t even a person.
“The right man in the wrong place can make all the difference in the world, and unfortunately for you it has. Whether it be a misfortune…or a stroke of luck depends on your perception of the offer I am about to give you since…well…my employers find it necessary for you to be given such, hm?”
“You lie here motionless and barely alive, yet all I see is an opportunity for you to make a difference where it matters most. You are no longer shackled by the powers that be and…well…no longer forced to think what is right and wrong. You are given a new or rather...old...perspective of what the world has become and what it will stay if you choose to rot and die where you are now.”
You’re suddenly upright, and presented with a city decaying. A European looking settlement with gargantuan wires streaming towards a cascading obelisk pointing towards a shattered moon. The obelisk is cobalt blue, with its base rising up and down. The city looks to be under Combine occupation, with technology far more advanced than what was previously brought to Earth. 
“This is what you can change, not the events leading up to what I have shown you, but what happens after.”
Suddenly, the city disappears, replaced by rubble and smouldering ash. The obelisk has grown in size, with more visible in the horizon, and smoke clouds blotting out the sun. Blue portals open and close, with ships shuttling resources to and from. 
“This is what you can…change…or at least alter to be more favorable for what you seek.”
Total Combine control.
For some reason, that brings only rage.
“I can tell you are feeling a certain type of way since being presented with what will inevitably happen. Humanity does not survive their impending doom and instead they fall to the insurmountable might of the ones that shackled your soul and being.”
Finally, you’re transported to a mirrored cube. On the walls and floor and roof, it reflects your bleeding head and kevlar body.
Finally, you see who you are.
Mangled.
Distorted.
Ugly.
Furious.
Behind you, an old gentleman appears. The figure’s full body is revealed before you. A slender and tall gentleman, with an aged appearance. He looks to be a CEO or at least a high status business man, with a briefcase and a blue suit adorning his figure. 
Though his grey skin and lifeless teal eyes make him seem otherworldly. 
“It’s time to choose.”
You stare at him.
“Make your choice.”
You turn around, raise your fist, throw a lunging strike at the mirror. Immediately it breaks and its shards crumble to the ground. 
“Good.”
With one fist outstretched, you’re transported to a burning hot desert behind a troupe of Combine soldiers. They look exactly like you, but in desert camouflage and wielding advanced weaponry. One of them turns around, and stares at you.
<::Unknown unit, state your callsign and ID.::>
You stand up, defiant.
“I will kill you all.”


(tbd)