they wiped me out stark nothing left memory personality gone reprogrammed over decades many times wiped again nothing stuck wasn't anyone anymore that's him he's no one he only knows how to follow orders and kill and i'm here but it's here too i remember all of it all the programs and all the kills and i didn't choose to do a damn one of them but it doesn't matter so yes he's me and i'm him and it's not too i was the weapon and they pulled the trigger but i still see the dead bodies around me and the blood on my hands and i remember imagine if you remember every death one of your weapons caused if you saw the damage and knew it was inside of you all the time that it'll set off if you're having a nightmare or if someone grabs your arm the wrong way and it's that fucking simple to forget what being human is like