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Doing and feeling things differently
They were all made, very different.
Different from each other, different from the stock of DNA the whole idea of sameness had spawn. But not this set of people. Never this group of troopers.
Their feelings, emotions, their actions, so different from any of the others having come before.
True, they were reckless, diving head first into action, into danger, even death itself. Also true, they had difficulties expressing their feelings and emotions, talking tough things through. But it did not mean they were any less.
Simply, a bunch of kids, with a special concoction added for spice, perhaps not making their very lives easier. Then again, being a soldier was never an easy task. Being pre-condition to the job at hand, trying to muddle through the best they can .
And yet, with all their enhancements, all their faults, as some might consider them as, they were the most human bunch of them all.
The failed or successful experiments, depending on which way one looked at the data, and whom was looking at it. But humans, even test-tubies, were not just a set of data, but living beings.
In the end the lot of them, proving their creators wrong, or right, again, a matter of perspective. Their career a success, their lives as soldiers, fine.
But when push came to shove, suddenly the rug pulled beneath their feet, they still managed to thrive. Adapting to the new, adopting a few strays, and later, with so many lessons learnt, building a new life in freedom and peace.
Nothing having been easy, nothing free, and yet, they proved to themselves and the galaxy, they would be able to make it. And so they did, despite their different points of view, to each other, to the galaxy, they happily long lived.
They might have called themselves the Bad Batch, yet a Better Batch of people, were never made.