I look across the climbing spires of Rome, the rolling hillsides of Galway, I walk between the great cliffs of the pass and I lay myself down on the riverbanks nearby. I gaze longingly at the distant flares of Notum Miners and the pulses of their surrounding towers, watch from the brush as agile Clan workers rush to defend their rightful claim to land from another Omni-Authorised onslaught.
Knowing full well i should hate them but not truly feeling so, and all the same deathly afraid that they would mistreat me if i attempted to join their cause, permanently scarred with this dark mark that is Omni-Tek birth, permanently set apart from the graceful neutrals and the violent but righteous clansmen, i am just another corporate tool. And it sickens me.
A Loyal Omni-Tek Soldier