Prologue

Myles Numan was barely conscious hours before roll call in his barracks. He was unconscious on many levels that he was even unaware of yet.

Namely in his larger existence he had been given a blueprint of the self by his superiors. Infantilized yet ordered to kill. Under-esteemed yet expected to cater to every whim with skill and a jump for joy.

His current emotional state was the furthest possible from joy. Yet he was even still asleep to this fact. Deprived of any autonomy, trained as a servile object from a young age he knew not even what joy was. Only that he was taught to regard serving and answering to the fillipant will of the mother hive as his highest joy. "Highest joy" is what it was called . This 'high joy' was bloodily branded in to what was the soft and sensitive flesh of his cerebral cortex and then left to scab over.

This morning like many mornings before the hive mother had taken a physical vessel. A massive tangle of connective wires and electrical cords protruded from the back of the head of the now nearly fully decayed host body. She snaked through the barracks leaving a trail of tangled wires behind her.

Miles, to his own dismay, was her favorite soldier. He felt a cold bony hand on his chest slipping further and further down his abdomen until it found its final resting place squarely over his crotch.

He heard whispering of a thousand tortured souls escape her lips. Some profanity dressed up as a prayer scratched his eardrums.

"Lord we thank you for this day, another opportunity to submit to your will and shine the light of the savior over the ignorant. Channel his strength and power now through my hands so that you may fill our brave subjects with healing light"

He felt only a dark and powerfully negative energy enter his body as his person was being violated now for another countless time. His chest froze and his breathing shallowed as the hive mother pressed harder.

A moving wire came forth from her cerebral attachment and snaked it's way through a hole on the back of his head. Trepanned there for this exact purpose.

Another laceration was made in his hind brain as the wire wriggled further and further in. Excruciating pain coursed through him and then as a last defense against this crushing reality his body produced a numbing sensation, as if the last bit of his soul was floating finally away from his body.

He was now like the rest of them, further indoctrinated - emptied of his own will. Which was now further bastardized in every way thought possible and beyond.

"May the lord bless and keep his own, let his will not ours be done" hearing these words he lost consciousness entirely.

Only then to wake with the siren call of the barracks on high alert. He was now supposed to put his life on the line for the mother hive. As if he was given a choice.