by John Xero
Santos sat in his chamber sipping tea. His own blend - black teas, with the tiniest pinch of gunpowder green - perfect for his final moments.
He felt calm.
He let the paper walls and bamboo matting of the simulation dissolve around him till only the cold metal remained. No more distractions.
He launched. A spear thrown from one tribe at another.
The enemy fleet fired counter-measures. Santos dodged decoys and weaved through clouds of flack. More than a simple smart-missile, he was sentient. He was a hero.
They were all heroes. Hundreds of missiles. Each a Santos seeking death and glory.
Author bio: John Xero makes his own personal blend of tea, it's a little different each time, so he can't guarantee the taste. He's also a big fan of Studio Ghibli films, including the Cat Returns.
Hopefully one day people will stop inventing new spears to throw at each other.
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