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Be one of first!" The ad calls out for subjects |
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A new kind of genetics project |
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Enhancement of your biological makeup |
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A promise of superhuman reflexes |
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The fine print goes unread |
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Oblivious to the consequence |
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Sinister plan up to highest levels |
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Desperate act before public knowledge |
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The ominous glow of the sun |
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As you stand-to in the antechamber |
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The call-in is swift and relentless |
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They drag you down to the black chrome chair |
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They strap you down lest you hurt yourself |
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As Xenomorphosis executes |
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The strobe lights flash on your eyes |
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A morphine spike snaps to your vein |
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The mechanic device consumes your hand |
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You feel it come clean off and re-attach |
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You wake up on a rainy street at night |
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No recollection of what went on |
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The days go by and you're none the wiser |
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Dreams of slithering steel and oil-drowned people |
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You snap awake from your horrid dreams |
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As you freeze solid from a look at your hand |
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You hear a crackle within your head |
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As the commands start to upload to the brain |
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"No longer are you in control of yourself, |
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Experimental Droid X-1" |
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This is your dream made all too real |
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Spills soil your standard issue BDUs |
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The path is paved in human blood |
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For the project launch is a resounding "go |
