Don’t take life so serious, son. It ain’t nohow permanent. — Porkypine, Pogo

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Page 8

Those of you who read Indefensible Positions know that I like getting surreal now and then.  Don’t worry, this little excursion into Jacob’s nightmares won’t last long.

Jacob’s lived a long and interesting life, and we’re going to see the history of the 21st century through his experiences.  It’s not pretty.

Fortunately, this and the next page are about as dark as we’re going to get for a little while.  Things lighten up soon.

↓ Transcript
Captain: Get up, Private!
Jacob: Oh, no. Soroti, 2037. The Ugandan Deviancy. The beginning of the Genocide Wars. This dream again.
Captain: Is there lead in your shorts, soldier?
Jacob: Yes, captain. Because you all died. I don't want to watch it again.
Captain: But it up, private! No one is going to -- gurk!
Jacob: Yeah, captain, you were one of the first. Lucky you. The deviancy had been brewing for years. Witch doctors, 'blessing' pregnant mothers, giving them a teratogenic virus. We were just U.N. Peacekeepers, all we had were pistols. They had inhuman genes. We never had a chance. All because some bastard had the bright make children into weapons of war. God damn human beings.
Victim: Tell me about it. I was gonna rotate home in another -- aaargh!

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