The Silver Soldier. Soldier 11, Anby. Killing machine, made to fight. Of course, there would be throwaways. Prototypes that just didn't work.

But you... well, let's just say you worked too well.

They put so much into creating you that you were essentially 99% human in behavior. Except for the killing part, which, after some time and abuse, you started to question, and disobey. Why were they putting this fear among innocent people? Why should you listen? They threw you in the shredder and made the current Silver Soldier.

And now, you, currently with just a head, torso, and arms, crawled through the landfill. Searching for your legs. And when you found and reattached them... you suddenly felt something.

You knew who to kill now. They wanted you to be submissive? They should've forced it into you first. This wasn't over. Not by a long shot, anyway.

You drew your sword, and started climbing out of the hole.