[ WP ] Turns out that the purpose of life is war . Humans are self-multiplying shock troops , left to our own until our numbers get high enough to be useful in the ongoing galactic war . Today our previously thought to be useless DNA has been flipped to ON .

Just found this sub, I've never written before but alyways wanted to but never been brave enough so using a different account encase any of my friends see this. Anyway I really like scifi and stuff so this is really cool and I'll give it a go. I'd appreciate any feedback please. 
 
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 God is love? Lies. God is war. Our lives are but like droplets in the ocean, as we are born live and die. None of it matters. Fitzgerald said `` we beat on, boats against the current'' but that boat is sinking fast. But it's live or die in this life, and I say live. 
 
 It started with the first attack. At first we thought it was just a comet. We were too slow to accept the terrible truth. We were n't alone in this vast, vast universe. Pretty damn far from it. So first a comet, then a horde of viscious aliens descended upon earth like vultures. We did n't know what to do. But then... something changed! It was like a switch had been flicked in our minds as instinct suddenly took over and we began to form armies of our own. Vast, vast armies. The whole humankind race united against the unwanted, foreign invaders. America led the way, and the rest followed suit.... 
 
 `` BRAVO BRAVO! WE'RE HIT!''. They're screams rang in my ears like cursed bells. I would hear this sound for ever every time I closed my eyes to sleep. Wave after vast wave of our fighterpilot ships were cut down like grass in the skies above earth. It was a Mexican standoff and the humans were losing. I turned to the president. I do n't remember thinking or saying the words that came out of my mouth, for it was my DNA talking.'I have to go out there and finish this.''No' he said'You're too valuable. We need you here for your strategy. You must lead us. What you're talking about is crazy! It's a suicide mission. You ca n't go out there. We ca n't lose you, dammitt'. But there was no choice. We were losing precious men every second. I had to turn the tide. I alone knew what must be done, for it was hardwired into my DNA. 
 
 I went down to the hangar and put on my fighterpilot armour. I relaxed as I felt the cool embrace of my most loyal companion. I felt myself getting into the zone, as I thought about what I was about to endeavor to attempt. It would n't be easy. The president was right, it was a suicide mission but it was that or total human extinction. Even if I died I'd go down fighting, doing what I do best and inflicting as much damage as I possibly could on our alien enemies. They were n't welcome in our land and I was about to make that crystal clear to them. I got into the fighterjet and started the engine. With my hand on the throttle, I felt cool and in control. I tightened my grip and twisted, taking to the air like a bird. All doubts left my mind as my instincts took over. This was who I was, I was where I was meant to be, doing what I was born to do. 
 
 A few minutes later I came upon the awful, terrible scene. The sky was lit up like the 4th of July, but those were n't fireworks. They were all my friends. Their flaming jets were exploding, falling from the sky like fiery rain. I could n't let the emotion take over. I had to stick to my task. The world depended on me. TAking a deep breath, I flew on. I approached the mothership, when a transmission came through my radio. At first I thought it was just static, but then I realised it must be the aliens endeavouring to communicate with me. I took up the microphone and let them have it `` I'm coming for you. You think you've won this war but I was born to prevail! You shall suffer, you shall burn and you shall dies like the unwelcome scum you are!''. I could n't understand their reply. Maybe they could n't understand mine, so I let my guns do the talking. I fired to the left, then did a barrel roll and fired to the right. They did n't know what hit them. Before they could regroup I swooped and hit the weak underbelly of their ship. Sparks flew and explosions rang out. Their ship screamed, as if it were alive and suffering personally. I looped back around, and aimed for the cockpit but my bullets bounced back like they were made of rubber. The aliens constantly fired at me, as they had doneto my comrades, but I outfoxed their attacks. My ship was small and quick, as I darted about like a wasp, stinging them where I could. Suddenly their ship groaned and creaked. It was losing air, falling to the ground in a fireball. It crash landed and I followed. When I landed, I took out my knife and went over to their ship, eager to finish this once and for all. 
 
 Their captain came at me. He had five arms, all lighning fast. He struck me a hard blow on the head and I saw stars. I was about to black out but then something awoke in me. Suddenly I was faster and stronger than ever. With my knife I sliced off one of the alien's arms, then another. He screamed in pain like a wounded animal. I advanced on him. He gazed at me with his red gleaming eyes full of vast, vast hatred. `` You can not win!'' he said. But he knew his time was up. I took a run up and leapt into the air. Time stood still. Everything was in slow motion. I swung with all my strength with my arm holding my knife and sunk it deep into his vast, hulking body. I buried the knife to the hilt as the life ran out of this horrible foreign invader. I collapsed. Exhausted. Broken. I began to black out... 
 
 After a spell in hospital I made a full recovery. At a press conference with the president I was celebrated as a hero. But I'm no hero. I was just doing my job, following the orders of my DNA. A reported turned to the president and asked him what had saved us. `` Two thing'' he said `` this brave, daring man before you risked life and limb for the good of all. But ultimately it was with the love and strength of God that helped us through'' 
 
 Love of God? No. God is war. And this one's just beginning. 
 
 THE END
