These are Programmed Just to Obey Orders

Will be lost in emergencies

The crew cut and healthy faces speak of the vigor of youth and what lurked in their eyes, I could not see from where I stand but the limbs moved in unison as if they are not made of flesh in the starched olive green uniforms; the steps and swings are in the symmetry of the invisible lines of practice discipline and all blend as a team, beautiful but surreal and it then hits me — these are programmed only to obey orders and will be lost in emergencies, they won’t adapt because they are unable to think — That’s when I bellowed loudly: disband this army of factory-fitted robots and boot them out of here or their decaying faces and sterilized brains will litter battlefields of some foreign lands

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