Disclaimer: The characters and situations of the TV-Programme 'Space: Above And Beyond' depicted in this story are legal property of Glen Morgan and James Wong, Hard Eight Production and 20th Century Fox Broadcasting and have been used without permission. No copyright infringement intended.
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I was born at 18, nothing more than a child
You did your best to teach me; monitor-mine
I did the things you asked - and l never ran wild.
Seems I turned out just peachy; monitor-mine
I studied so hard, learned my lessons so well
You never had to beat me; monitor-mine
Did you ever care - that I lived in Hell?
'Coz I trusted you completely; monitor-mine
Did I make you proud, the first time I killed?
He did his best to reach me; monitor-mine
Or did it make you sick - all the blood that was spilled?
I gutted him so neatly; monitor-mine
You gave me my life, then you made me your slave
Just how is it you see me? monitor-mine
I have to work for you - until I find my grave.
I now see things so clearly; monitor-mine
An In-Vitro am I, though you call me 'Tank'
I know just how you see me; monitor-mine
Made from one woman's egg - and one sperm from a bank
But my life will cost you dearly; monitor-mine
You trained me to kill, then you sent me to die
You're not so clever really; monitor-mine
But I learned how to live - and I learned how to lie
There's no more you can teach me; monitor mine
Now I have returned, and your life's in my hands
Aren't you pleased to see me; monitor-mine?
If you want to survive - listen to my demands
Or I could gut you neatly; monitor-mine
I just want to live, to love laugh and cry
I think you should hear me; monitor-mine
I want to grow old - and only then to die
So why is it you fear me? monitor-mine
Tell me, why is it you fear me; monitor-mine?
Mogs November/December 1997
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