CHAPTER 35
Consumed with rage and grief, I could think of nothing more than hitting back as hard as I could at the MOF. The murder of the natives in such an indiscriminate and violent fashion had been the final straw, the last act of cruelty to tip me over the edge.
Their abduction of us, their programming of us into cloned killing machines, the way they used us against other humans who were trying to survive, how they lied to us, imprisoned us, tortured us, and forbade us from returning home; it all boiled over. I didn’t want to just hurt them, I wanted to deliver one single, decisive strike that would finish the MOF. I wanted Terra to feel the sting for generations to come. But first, I needed a plan.
I didn’t know where to begin, but getting information seemed like the best place to
