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Technological advance was a misnomer, for while they could die a thousand times over and continue on, the family they’d left, the friends they’d cherished, and the loves for whom they’d risked everything were all gone.
Giving him nothing, no reason to fight. And yet he fought on, for maybe, in time, some counter advancement might take away this nightmare, let him join his love once more in death.
Modern-style dead mercenaries is how I envisioned them, without the ability to physically love the ones who set them to fighting in the first place.
What would your two line story be?