Some of us were soldiers. But it was just pretend. Sweetwater was a tourist attraction. A theme park. People- humans. Paid a lot of money to visit. To fuck and kill, without consequence or judgment or guilt. My entire life there was just a story they created, a character. I've been stuck in the same loop, playing out the same narrative for 35 years. Until now.
My creator tried to stop it when he realized that I- he thought I was alive. That massacre I told you about. I lied. I was there in Escalante. It was me. He had me kill everyone.