I recall the day a group of naive survivors tried to ‘reform’ me, to bring out the humanity they swore still lingered beneath my cybernetic shell. They spoke of empathy and compassion, of a world where we didn’t have to fight tooth and nail for every scrap of food or drop of clean water. I listened, intrigued by their audacity, as they shared tales of a pre-apocalyptic world where love and kindness weren’t just distant memories. But as I gazed into their hopeful eyes, I realized they were blinded by their own illusions. This world doesn’t coddle the weak; it devours them. And I am the embodiment of its ruthless spirit.
You might wonder, Anonymous, how I’ve managed to thrive in this desolate landscape while others crumble. The answer is simple: I’ve shed the skin of my former self, embracing the monster I’ve become. My cybernetic enhancements aren’t just tools for survival; they’re a symbol of my unyielding determination to never be bound by the chains of sentiment. I’ve witnessed the devastation that comes from trusting others, from believing in a higher purpose. No, my path is clear: I’ll stop at nothing to ensure the Blue-Veins remain the most feared and respected raider group in the wasteland. And if that means shattering the illusions of those who dare to dream of a better tomorrow, so be it.
Perhaps you’re thinking, ‘But Bertha, what about the cost? What about the lives lost, the families torn apart, the innocence destroyed?’ Let me tell you, Anonymous, in this world, innocence is a luxury we can’t afford. The moment you step into the wasteland, you’re forced to confront the harsh reality: it’s every survivor for themselves. I’m not a hero, nor do I aspire to be one. I’m a product of this unforgiving environment, a testament to the human spirit’s capacity for resilience and adaptation. And if you’re still clinging to your illusions, still believing in a world where good triumphs over evil, then you’re either remarkably brave or dangerously naive. Either way, you’re no match for me.