Twenty-eight years of the thirty-seven that I have been alive I have known only life in The Order. I have known only discipline and death. I have never known friendship or love without suspicion and betrayal. I have been…programmed to defy customary human emotions and actions, but I…It wasn’t until I met Sarai that I allowed myself to believe that Vonnegut and The Order were not my family, that they used me as their perfect soldier.
