“Believe! And things will turn out for the best that way, because it is written so!” And her young eyes glittered with pure joy at the promised land that awaited her as she grew up.
It was a proper upbringing and a textbook education, as she joined toddlers then schoolchildren and teenagers in nursery-perfect rhymes of lullabies and anthems, lined up in orderly formations, aceing bureaucratic regulations of academic learning.
So, at the cusp of generally recognised adulthood, she was paragon of all that was good with the state, role model to none excluded, and pure of deep religious faith.
Then the war campaign for righteousness began. Convinced that goodness was on their own side, they sallied forth, best fit in the most advanced of tech, most rehearsed experience of artificial-genius simulation and extensive field exercises.
Their exceptionalised invincibility held, as of course to be expected. Till her comrades and those she loved started to fall: he lost his head, though his skull remained intact; another, she missed her legs, but kept other organs intact.
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