FLESH OF OUR FATHERS:

Forgive Us, Our Sins:

All records of our youth which yet remain, both distorted and uncertain in their own accounts, seem at once to confirm that the first of the killings and abductions were silent and painless; throats slashed open in the night, writhing bloodied fingers clutching, lungs quickly punctured, helplessly emptied of breath, before even the wind itself had heard a sound. Many children were taken in those early years, myself included; blinded and butchered by genetic tampering, altered and augmented, trained to walk unseen within the bitter unrelenting darkness, breeding slaughter, terror and dissent, for abyssal purposes which we ourselves failed to comprehend, at the maniacle behest of our wretched, cybernetic masters.

While none dared spin tales of our self-aggrandizing anti-heroism, some would find what few wild and bitter fragments of our voyage which remained. We brought ourselves together out of infamy; the dregs of society we were; a scourge upon mankind, armed and dangerous, thought better exterminated, slain in the streets, as a tribute to public safety and hegemonic dominion. The suffering and malice of our lives became both our blessing, and our curse; for we gained through it such harsh talents, which enabed our meagre survival, within the pestilent and shambled ruins of our tortured world.