Soldiers don't grow on trees. They grow in vats. Davidson is the breeder, and he's looking for that one special soldier on 100 Words Or Les Nessman.
Alarms went off. Davidson stubbed out his twizzlestick, waved the purple vapors out of the air, and went back to work.TARGET? asked the viewport.
"Quadrant 3," said Davidson, twiddling the viewport's knobs. "Section 5. Platoon 37. Unit 9-alpha."
Davidson blinked as his avatar flew through the fields of vat-grown soldiers.
Powerful.
Identical.
Almost perfect.Except for Q3-S5-P37-9a. He was better.
Every now and then, a drone's matrix would self-enhance, and its milk-white skin would turn dark.
"Obtain," said Davidson.
Tendrils reached from the ground and pulled Q3-S5-P37-9a into the placentadirt.
OBTAINED.
Davidson smiled. Dark ones were worth bonuses.
Racist? Not sure.
