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[::A squad of MPF UNION tasked with clearing the sewers of Xen life encountered the body of a fallen OTA soldier-alone. This soldier was found with 1 gunshot wound to the side of the cranium, with caked blood staining the concrete, and very visible damage to the fingertips and thumbs. They collected 4 used syringes and a dropped M9 Beretta close-by, as well as the discharged shell casing. The identification card, issued to OTA SWORD Hunter-53, was also collected as evidence and reported to the OTA Missing Units division. Investigations by the patrolling MPF discovered a very detailed, very expansive writing on the sewer walls made with blood. The following can be viewed in the file attached below. OTA SWORD-MU collected the body for examination, and found its loyalty chip to be in a perceived state of "decay." Hunter-53s death was ruled a suicide by a fatal gunshot wound to the brain. MPF UNIONs quarantined the area while the walls were being cleansed of the writings.::]

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Is humanity…human, anymore? Are we human? Are we what we were seven and a half years ago? Where we were able to reproduce, to become what we like, to do what we please, and to make ourselves happy in whatever way suits us. We debated, fought, made up, unified, and prospered as a race, yet somehow are powerless. We can’t ever achieve the heights we dreamed of. We can’t become a perfect society, where debates are settled healthily, the average lifespan is well above 150 years, and the social barriers in place are removed in favor of a closer, stronger planet. We can’t ever see through the age of floating cars, widespread healthcare, 3D printed foods, and the end of famine, disease, plague, warfare, and racism. We cannot ever set foot beyond the limits of our atmosphere again, to explore the cosmos and turn new planets into clones of Earth. We can’t colonize the galaxy and harvest its resources, enriching our population so that when, if any, aliens meet us, we can say that “yes, we are strong, like you. We wish to be your ally.”
Humans are defined by their intelligence and curiosity. We developed fire because 2 cavemen thought it humorous to rub two sticks together very fast. We found it better if we united instead of being divided, to become stronger as many in one, one of many. We weeded out the weak to become strong. We became a society from our desire to solve problems and make things right.
Yet now, as our ancestors centuries and millennia ago look upon us from the stars, we are a shell of what we once were. Our great societies built on a foundation laid by the fruits of the Indus, the knowledge of the Persians, the wisdom of the Greeks, the might of the Romans, and the diligence of the Egyptians, have been reduced to monotone, drab, and depressed creatures. They are the last generation, for they cannot bear children to pass on the torch of their race. Our dreams were crushed by a more powerful society who have already achieved what goals we set for ourselves. Thus, those future generations, from an outsider's perspective, are adrift without the determination to become human again. 
They can’t become human again, though. They have transformed into homo sapien servus. They did not choose to transform into that, they were forced. This great and powerful society was torn apart by one which we cannot even comprehend. Whose boundaries and physical limitations cannot and will not be put to scale, because we can’t put them to scale without breaking our own barriers. Barriers that have become permanent. 
Every inch of modern society was torn apart by “Our Benefactors” The Combine. Freedoms and economy and politics and human rights were destroyed, reduced, and repurposed into a simple routine. Wake up, get rations, work for the civil workers union, and go home by curfew. All the while they are being watched by the all seeing eyes, the cops that prowl the streets and the drones that watch the sky. Should one find humanity in themselves, they will be weeded out and exterminated. Should they fully embrace their way fo life, they can choose to become the controllers of the slaves, and become one of their transhumanoid freaks. 
They are slaves to the master.
We anticipated the meeting of aliens to be much like Columbus and the Native Americans. Where we are reduced to reservations on our own land which we have inhabited for generations upon generations upon generations. Why? Well, they were stronger than us, and they claimed the land for their empire, for their own gain, to harvest what they could and control the rest. 
Yet, there is a glimmer of hope. 
They call themselves the Lambda movement, an organized Rebellion tasked with destroying the chains of the Combine. They want to remove their influence on the Earth and repair whatever damage they have caused as a result of their iron grip regime. They wish to become human again, to become the true homo sapien. They are the David to Goliath, the underdog in a scenario where your opponent transcends all limitations and all boundaries of power. They are small, but mighty. 
I can not resonate, though. For I am a slave, a willing slave, to the pupperteering of the UU. Though a slave, I have reached an epiphany, and have begun to produce independent thoughts of free will and curiosity. I am the closest thing to a human since transforming into an OTA soldier. 
Is the human race…human? Are humans extinct? Have we been weeded out? Have we become the Seminole and Cherokee to the Americans? These questions can all be answered simply:
No. We are very much kicking, and very much alive.
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-Kenny McCormick

Good writing, few questions.
Why is the SWORDs ID Hunter-53 instead of the normal format?
Why does the combine need a MU detachment?
Why does the wall need to be cleansed of writings?

sir this is a wendy's

(16 Aug 22 at 5:31am)Woorj07 Wrote: Good writing, few questions.
Why is the SWORDs ID Hunter-53 instead of the normal format?
Why does the combine need a MU detachment?
Why does the wall need to be cleansed of writings?

for 1 and 2, different sectors had different ID methods prior to the start of the Rebellion. Once the Combine knew the Lambda were a significant and widespread threat, they unified their sectors, cut unnecessary divisions and policies, and adopted the universal 4 digit numbering scheme seen today.

3, this was before the rebellion, so writings of dissonance were scrubbed and censored.

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(16 Aug 22 at 7:25am)[DEFN] Dreik Wrote: sir this is a wendy's

>the most normal Wendys customer