I'm actually a GI Joe kinda guy at my core... ya know, beneath all the bullshit.
I've risked my ass for a lot of low-quality human beings in my day.
I only did said things because I thought they was honorable.
My choices didn't even make sense half the time.
My life is based on a weird sense of honor.
Without said honor? My life is pointless.
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The mantra rings:
"I am the reactor that glows in my chest, I am the rust that corrodes my will. I am my worst enemy, I am my best friend."
The control: Damn... I have to live with me and what I've done.
There is a brilliant thesis out there on this. Maybe entitled "Mobile Conscience" or something similar.
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You win.
Matching brains with you would require me to have something other than an Ocean Spray craisin (TM) attached to the top of my spine, bro.
Last edited by Plan9; 10-14-2007 at 08:52 PM..
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