Magic and Machines - Part 1
My name is Anleah; this is my first and possibly last diary entry. In this war every day has the potential to become my last. For those of you that dont know, whether that be many, or few, I shall explain. After all the whole point of this is to let people know the truth. The raw, painful truth.
I had been at the camp just two days when I heard the news of a human machine war. At first we thought of it as exaggeration, rumour, the peoples uncertainty and fear. It was true that more and more people were listening to the prophets of the AI Forecoming and that more of their fore tellings were coming true, but back then I didnt believe in the powers of mysticism.
When reporters told, first, of large-scale evacuations and troop movement into the borders and later of bloody battles; we started to believe. Even so we were still teenagers, untouchable, immortal teenagers. What a foolish belief that was.
We were young, training to become soldiers, but at the sweet age o