<P>The thought of his body moving about, ignoring his mind; of him crying out in fear and helpless frustration as he killed and enslaved in the name of his new, merciless god filled him.
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<P>Jerrod forced himself to keep going. With half his vision jumping from sight to static, he limply grabbed his grenade launcher and set it launch a remote detonation charge. Pointing the launcher towards the ground, Jerrod fired. The grenade popped out of the launcher's barrel with a whump, clattering and spinning noisily as it bumped around at the base of a nearby console, just feet away. 
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<P>You'll never get me to surrender.
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<P>Jerrod crawled on his belly, his hands scrambling for traction on the smooth tile surface of the floor. He finally collapsed a few feet away, behind the next console closer to the far side of the room.
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<P>Your body has submitted. This is all that is required.
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<P>The sounds of feet, carrying a heavy, disfigured body that almost sloshed as its heavy stalks hit the ground, thudded closer. The tip of a grotesque shadow slid over Jerrod's eyes. He hit the detonation switch.