### ### ### ### ### #### ### ### ### #### ### ### ##### ### ### ### ### ### ### ### ### ### ##### ### ### ########## ### ### ########## ### ### ### ### Underground eXperts United Presents... ####### ## ## ####### # # ####### ####### ####### ## ## ## ## ##### ## ## ## ## #### ## ## #### # # ## ## ## ####### ## ## ## ## ##### ## ## ## ## ## ## ####### ####### # # ####### ## ####### [ Toy Soldiers ] [ By The GNN ] ____________________________________________________________________ ____________________________________________________________________ "TOY SOLDIERS" by THE GNN/DualCrew/uXu "We are unique! Truly unique in the universe!" (Albert Einstein) 2003. Everything was normal. Until. They landed all over the planet earth. Great starships, bigger than anything ever seen. No one expected them. There must have been millions of them, because wherever there were people, there was a ship. All newspapers and television stations believed that they were first with the news since a ship had landed on their lawn too. They never got the chance to send the news however. Fifteen minutes after they had landed, almost the whole population of planet earth were sitting in chairs inside the ships, on their way to unknown places. Left behind were only the disabled and the weak. Billions of strange robots had in incredible speed rushed out from the ships and collected humans. They had carried them out from houses, stores, hospitals, offices - wherever there were people. Resistance was hopeless. The robots couldn't be harmed. Large holes on the outside of the ships sucked the humans inside the ship and after a long, winding ride placed them in comfortable chairs. Like fruit in packages, all kinds of people sat beside each other. Many of them hadn't realized what had happened yet. "The President? How nice to meet you!", an old lady said to the well- dressed man beside her. He looked quite shocked. Understandable, since he was in a meeting just twenty minutes ago. His guards didn't even get the chance to reach for their weapons when two robots crashed into the room and grabbed him. "The russians!", was his first thought. Now he, The President, was sitting strapped to a chair in a large room with all kinds of people. "Large", wasn't enough. The room must have been several miles. It was shaped as a tube and chairs were placed around it. The tube must be moving around otherwise the people in the "ceiling" would have fallen down. Strange. He tried to see the end of the tube in front of him. Impossible. The space continued forever. He looked upwards. The people above him looked like flies. "Well, how could I know what would happen this day you see a black robot just ran into my house and dragged me away and what do I see here you The president what are you doing here are you also a victim of this..." Of course, some old bitch with a streaming mouth, had to be placed on his left side. He couldn't stand it. "oh yes I have a really bad feeling about this what do you say isn't it strange just like that V thing that I saw on TV last year hey..." But he couldn't do anything about it. Yet. This must be some mistake, why had the large ship kidnapped him and some uninteresting citizens? Was it some kind of experiment? He suddenly froze. Imagine if it were hunters from another world, searching for prey. Maybe they had found this world and...and...oh, god! What if they planned to eat him! Sweat begun to drip from his face. The ship was moving. Why did he feel so uncomfortable calm? Captain BerZerk and Major Raven sat in the cockpit of the great battle cruiser "ClockWork II" and waited. "They are on their way now, Captain!" Captain BerZerk nodded to Major Raven. Green dots on the radar had already informed him about the fact. "Good! Inform them about the situation and send them to the battle area!" Captain BerZerk looked through the big window and watched the millions of stars outside the cruiser. In the distance, he could see the black ships with the humans closing in. "Listen! Humans!", echoed through the millions of black ships. "In a few seconds you will receive a battle suit!" Plang! Klang! Blong! Before anyone got the chance to react, the suit was there. Placed over the entire body and a helmet over the head. Shiny and metallic but not uncomfortable. Now, the President had had enough. It was time to complain. Mong! Rom! Slom! Too late. "Citizen! In your right hand you now got a weapon! In a few minutes you will be placed in a red desert! Fire at everything that doesn't look like you! It's no idea to give up! They will not take any prisoners! Try to survive as long as you can! No don't bother trying to fire the gun now! It's still de-activated! Do not try to commit suicide! It is not possible! The gun will not fire at yourself!" The message was repeated in several languages. The President looked at the weapon in his hand. Big and blue with a mean trigger placed by his index finger. He felt like Judge Dredd. "Hey!", he screamed to the voice. "You cannot do this! I don't know who you are but you are doing something incredibly wrong! We are humans! H-U-M-A-N-B-E-I-N-G-S! WE ARE UNIQUE! We are not warriors in your army! THIS IS A MISTAKE!" But no one heard him. A short time later, when he saw the mean creatures running towards him in the desert he fought for his life. "Damn!" "I feel a sense of irritation in your voice, Captain?", Major Raven said with a low voice. Captain BerZerk stared at the status-table with the text "You Lose!", blinking in the middle of it. With a sigh, he leaned back in his seat. His eyes relaxed on the stars again. Major Raven pushed a button in front of him. "It seems like our enemies won again. Shall I hail the white flag?" Captain BerZerk laughed loud and cruel. "Funny! Funny! Just because Earth.V1 turned out to be a planet of wimps? Bad seed! That's all! Next time we raise a planet of warriors, we only let them grow for a couple of billion years more! That's all we need to do!" Captain BerZerk closed his eyes. "Don't forget we got sixteen more of "Planet Earth" to play with!" ///////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// Call THE STASH - Home of Underground eXperts United +46-13-175042 \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ Textfile writers around the globe! Mail me a letter! THE GNN/uXu -+- P.O.BOX 5 -+- 790 23 SVARDSJO -+- SWEDEN