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What does it mean, when your own race says that you are dangerous - that you must be purged - simply for existing?
What is it like, to wield the strength of the most fearsome tools of war, with nothing but your fists?
How does it feel, knowing that you are not like other people - that you are, and will always be, seen as different to them?
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What does it mean, when you realize you can control forces unnatural for any living being?
What is it like, knowing that you embody the essence of a weapon of mass destruction?
How does it feel, to have dark energy coursing through your veins?
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What does it mean, when everyone sees you as a freak of nature simply because of an accident at birth?
What is it like, knowing that you can never trust anyone to accept you for who you are?
How does it feel, to know that you are exceptional, but be forced to hide it from everyone for your own safety?
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What does it mean, when others say that you are "the future of humanity?"
What is it like, to be treated like some lab rat for a twisted experiment?
How does it feel, despite not understanding any of the above, despite not consenting to anything, to have scorching implants drilled into your skull, knowing that it will cause nothing but pain and suffering?
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What does it mean, when you realize that you may no longer have any real control over your life, and that you must make peace with that fact nonetheless?
What is it like, to have to force yourself, even break yourself, into submitting to that position?
How does it feel, to have to trample your pride, your dignity, and your selfish wishes, just to protect those that hate you?
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What does it mean, when others like you are spat on, cursed at, even beaten to death, simply because they wanted a normal life?
What is it like, seeing other people fall in love, marrying, having children, and being a happy family?
How does it feel, knowing that you will never have that future?
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What does it mean, when you know that you will live out the rest of your days either as a dissected lab-rat, or as a soldier?
What is it like, to be forced to fight, to suffer, to see and bear all the horrors and hardships of war, regardless of your will or ability to endure such treatment?
How does it feel, realizing that even if you refused, you would have nowhere else to go?
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What does it mean, when your fellow soldiers are afraid, jealous, or simply hate you for standing side by side with them?
What is it like, knowing that you could easily kill them with a single thought?
How does it feel, to will yourself everyday from doing it?
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What does it mean, when you feel the most alive, the most needed, during life-or-death crises?
What is it like, to know that you can win almost any fight, realizing that your enemies are completely helpless before your strength?
How does it feel, to keep your ego under control after all that?
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What does it mean, when your enemies flee from you in abject terror?
What is it like, knowing that your very presence on the battlefield is a saving grace for your allies?
How does it feel, to understand that if you do not use your powers to fight, to maim, to kill… many innocent lives will be lost because of your decisions?
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What does it mean, when you realize the crushing weight of responsibility that comes with your power?
What is it like, knowing that you will bear this curse for the rest of your life?
You ask me, how does it feel to be an L2 biotic?
These questions are my answers…
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