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It started simple with army grunts like me. Each time one of those monsters would pop-up we would send jets and tanks and try to hurt them the best we could. Didn’t do a dent most of the time, but at least I can recall a few times were we managed to steer them away from the cities. Still most of the time a couple of town would get flatten before they went back to the sea. Despite our best efforts we were considered supremely incompetent and not enough to prevent the possible extinction of mankind.

We needed better weapon, our first really big success was with the robot suit. I can remember being so happy the first time I saw one those damn critter beaten to a pulp. I think that was 30 years ago.
But of course we are not fighting mere animals here, they adapted to the big guys and eventually we had to find something new once again.

The first thing the eggheads did was to create some Frankenstein like creature. I think they piece the thing together from all the remains they had gathered over the years or mashing DNA together. Worked really well at killing them, at least until the beats decided to stay hidden for a while and the thing went berserk from the lact on action and tuned on us. Before too long we had to turn half of south America in a nuclear wasteland in order to transform the damn creature in a pile of ashes.

But then one of the guy in R&D, thought it at least proved they had an efficient fighting method against the monsters and that it should be used again once they would come back. It just needed something with a better brain, a human brain to be more precise. The brain was the only human part they needed, the rest could be altered. They started to ask for volonteers.

I remember the first time I saw one, I wondered which monsters I had to shoot. The Irony is that back in those days they actually had a human shape. They were not so bad, but in order to keep winning, they had to become more brutal, stronger and more savage. Nowaday, they easily do more damage than the monsters they are supposed to fight. It’s pretty evident that once they turn you don’t have really anything human left, you are just pure bloodthirsty rage. The worst thing is that they truly are our only good line of defence, but we always need more of them.

That’s why I am easily one of the worst officer in the army and I make sure everyone under me is just as bad as I am. If they know you can fight, you get a promotion to Area 51 and we won’t see you looking human ever again. One day the brass will probably start to just snatch us up in our sleep.
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