<P>Over many years of human evolution, bridges had been gapped. Some rightfully so, other that shouldn't have ever been attempted, let alone accomplished. Gunther was part of a living experiment, a human/machine, logic and reason combined with human emotion, metal flesh and gray skin. Yes, he was struggling with it, and yes, he was losing, and yes, his sanity had lost itself long ago. He'd realized that several times over, and he knew it. He tried to convince himself he was not a machine, he was a human. Not a metallic thing to be used like an appliance. But he was employed by a company that used him just for that. An appliance for killing. Human troopers were not enough. Killing machine troopers were what was needed. The pseudo-excuses and mechanics of it were an incredible thing. It could start with none other than the public school system, a device used for filtering, not for learning, and go from there, so that the country was made of "yes sir," "no sir," "I'll follow those orders without thinking about them, sir." Gunther had emotions, alright. But he was trying to bridge the wrong gaps. He was trying to reach ones made intentionally unreachable; and thus, he was using the wrong passions. And he could realize this as many times as he wanted, and say, "no, it's all false, I'm not a machine." But everybody around him couldn't give a flying crap, and he was left on his own, in a paradox struggle, a vicious loop that got him nowhere, and only made his lack of sanity even worse every time he went through it.
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<P>And vicious cycles, regardless of their names, always end. More often in a very, very bad way than a good one. A vicious cycle would stretch itself so thin, that it would snap. Like a rubber band being pulled to its limits.
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<P>This is exactly what happened when Garrett, the UNATCO trooper, the man with a wife and three children whom he loved, with dreams that he had accomplished, with things that he approved of and things that he did not, a man with his own beliefs and absolutely nothing that the world could possible hold against him, walked over to Gunther Hermann to ask, "are you okay, Agent? Would you like anything?"
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<P>But Garrett would never get to finish that statement, because the moment he opened his mouth, Gunther Hermann's vicious cycle finally came to a kicking, screaming, burning, halting, murdering end, and something in his head finally snapped, and before he knew what he was doing, he had UNATCO trooper Garrett's head pressed up against the window of Alex Jacobson's cell, using only one metallic arm, clenching down on the man's head like it were the world between his fingers.