@pale-opal @antfed-blog @imafraidofdogs @bruggle I need to write about this prince boi more.
Mind Rat was in his quarters, on a holographic computer simply doing daily work.
He was focused intently on simply filling forms for the soldiers.
Loud, violin music came from his holophone.
He picked it up and opened it.
“Mind Rat, the General, Colonel and the leader of the air force unit are having a meeting of you would like to participate.” Said one of the soldiers Mind Rat had made friends with.
“Alright. I’ll be there.”; he closed the phone and sighed. It seemed they never invited him to these kinds of things.
He logged out, got up, pushed his chair in and made his departure.
In the halls, he thought quietly to himself.
“It’s quite unfair, really. I, his creation, not being invited to join in on such vital conversations. It could be referable to being something I’d indubitably get upset about.” He solemnly thought.
He continued strolling in search of the doors.
“Well, I don’t have to be there. I could take a peak if I so needed using my abilities. I can search through any minds if I so desire, but it would require switching between headspace with each participant of the conversation, so I fret this the most ideal option.” He continued, putting a finger under his chin in deep thought.
He finally reached those doors and listened in on the conversation before doing remotely anything else.
“So, how many people would we be sending these to?” Colonel inquired.
“Well, about…ten to fifteen. These are well accomplished reploids. Outstanding men and women who’d make great soldiers and mechanics!” Storm Owl remarked.
“Yes, but I don’t know if we should proceed in sending these now.” General spoke. “We should wait until a full out war, which I do not foresee happening anytime soon, or so I hope.”.
Wait, were they discussing…?
“And a draft hasn’t been issued in decades. It was abolished in 2028.” Colonel added.
“Yes, but-but think of it! These reploids are squandering their potential!” Storm Owl declared.
Mind Rat knocked on the doors.
Thick, heavy footsteps made their way to the doors.
The door opened.
“These are private ma-oh. Greetings, Mind Rat. What brings you here?” Colonel asked.
“I wasn’t invited again. And I’ve heard a snippet of your plan. I’d like to insert my input.” Mind Rat said, masking his frustration and shock.
“I’ll ask General.”; he turned and closed the doors.
He eventually came back.
“You may come in.”.
Mind Rat quickly stepped inside.
“I heard of your conversation, and I object, sir.” Mind Rat said.
“Hello, son. I appreciate your input. Care to explain why?” General inquired.
“No one should be drafted. They can enlist if they so desire, but we will not be drafting anybody. No one should be forced to die in war. It is a privilege to some, but cruel punishment for nothing for others. Please, don’t do this.” Mind Rat explained.
“And what have you to think you know what is best for the army? You’ve only been around for a few years, after all!” Storm Owl hissed.
“I’ve studied this before! No one should be forced into war! I understand the good intentions, but it’s an act of central planning. It will do little good to force anyone into Repliforce.”.
“I concur with Mind Rat.” General spoke.
“The idea sounds grand on paper, but we will not force anyone to join. I appreciate the input, though, Storm Owl. You may return to your post.” He continued.
And with that, the owl Reploid left.
Mind Rat huffed a sigh of relief.
“Thank you, General.” Mind Rat said.
“I appreciate your input. You may leave as well.”.
And with that, he left.
He noticed Storm Owl moving down the hall.
He followed after him.
“Storm Owl, sir, might I inquire where you got the brainchild to draft certain reploids into the army?”.
“But of course. I was talking with the leader of the Guerilla unit today. He mentioned there are a few reploids who are squandering their potential. Strong men and women, a handful of experienced reploids. We found some information on them via files and records-“.
“But-but that’s an invasion of privacy!”.
“Oh, get over yourself, young man!”; he turned to him. “They were out for any employer to see!”.
“We’re only supposed to go through the information-“.
“Listen, young-“.
“You interrupted me!”.
“Fine! Speak your piece!”.
“The point is, we aren’t supposed to be going through their information unless they have enlisted or are being trained for the force.” Mind Rat spoke, more quietly this time; their conversation had gotten them some looks from a variety of reploids going about their business.
“I understand where you’re coming from, but there’s not enough reploids enlisting.”.
“We have ton-“.
“Not. Enough.” Storm Owl growled, pointing at him.
With his hands behind his back, he made his departure.
