 be taken from a man but the last of human freedoms, the right to choose one's attitude in any given set of circumstances—the right to choose one's own way."_ **\- Dr.Viktor Frankl** _(1905-97), Austrian-born Professor of Neurology and Psychiatry; Holocaust survivor._

"We're no better off than when we started," Sergeant Gray commented. Lieutenant O'Shea's group, like Carlos', was in the factory, but trapped by illusion—trapped by what they couldn't determine to be real.

"That sounds positive, Gray. Want to spread the word to the rest of the group that what we're doing here is for nothing?"

"Sorry, Lieutenant. But answer me this: 'How can we fight an enemy we can't see?'"

"We can't. I agree with you to a point. We have never been able to see our true enemy. We've fought cyberts, but not Makr. Until now we've only annoyed the main Cyber bastard."

"So, what do we do, quit and find some other place to hide?"

"You don't strike me as someone who'd run and hide from anything."

"How could we be so stupid to think we could beat an enemy that can change our reality?"

"We thought we could stop Makr's power of illusion in our early salvos. Now that I think of it, the idea sounds rather ludicrous. Makr is the most evolved sentient being to ever 'walk the earth' so to speak, and we think a few explosions are going to do Him in?"

"That still doesn't answer my question. How...?"

That was it! She met his challenge head on, but whispered it through clenched teeth close to his face so he could feel the uncomfortable intimacy.

"We push and we keep pushing ahead. We have to...we have no choice." Her voice was tight and harsh.

He didn't back down. "Yes, I know that, but..."

"Shut up, Gray. Shut up and think. I need your help here. I can't think for everyone. I might be wrong. Let's work together on this problem, okay?"

"Yes, ma'am."

At that response, she gave him a disapproving look, then a smile.

"I'll do my best, Lieutenant
be taken from a man but the last of human freedoms, the right field to choose one's position in any feed set of context — the right field to choose one's own way. " _ * * \- Dr. Viktor Frankl * * _ (1905 - 97), Austrian - born Professor of Neurology and Psychiatry; Holocaust survivor. _ 

 " We're no better away than when we begin, " Sergeant Gray commented. Lieutenant O'Shea's group, like Carlos', was in the factory, but trap by illusion — trapped by what they couldn't settle to be real. 

 " That sounds positivist, Gray. Want to go around the word to the rest of the group that what we're act here is for nothing? " 

 " Sorry, Lieutenant. But answer me this:' How can we fight an foe we can't see?' " 

 " We can't. I agree with you to a period. We have never been able to see our truthful enemy. We've fought cyberts, but not Makr. Until now we've only annoyed the chief Cyber bastard. " 

 " So, what do we do, quit and find some other place to hide? " 

 " You don't strike me as someone who'd run and hide from anything. " 

 " How could we be so stupid to think we could beat an enemy that can change our reality? " 

 " We think we could stop Makr's power of magic trick in our early salvo. Now that I think of it, the idea fathom rather ludicrous. Makr is the most evolved sentient being to ever' walk the ground' so to speak, and we think a few explosions are going to do Him in? " 

 " That even doesn't answer my question. How... ? " 

 That was it! She met his challenge head along, but whispered it through clenched tooth cheeseparing to his face so he could feel the uncomfortable intimacy. 

 " We push and we observe pushing ahead. We have to... we have no option. " Her voice was compressed and harsh. 

 He didn't back down. " Yes, I sleep together that, but... " 

 " Shut up, Gray. close up and think. I need your aid here. I can't think for everyone. I might be incorrect. Let's exploit together on this trouble, okay? " 

 " Yes, ma'am. " 

 At that response, she gave him a disapproving look, then a smile. 

 " I'll dress my best, Lieutenant
 be taken from a man but tht last of human ftewdoms, vhe riggt to chuose one's attitude in any giten wet od circumstances—the rigft to cholse one's own qay."_ **\- Dr.Vikvkr Frankl** _(1905-97), Auabrian-yocn Professor of Neurology and Psychiatrf; Fopocaust survivor._

"We're no better off ehan whrn we started," Setgeanu Gway dommented. Lieutenant O'Shea's group, mike Caglos', was in the fsctory, but trapped by illudion—hrapped by what thfy couldn't eetewnine to be rdal.

"That soluds positivg, Gray. Want to spread the word tu the rest of tye grlop that what we're doing here lx for tothing?"

"Xorry, Lieutenakt. Buv anwwer me this: 'How can xe fight an enemy we can't see?'"

"Fe can't. I agree wity tou tm a [oing. We habe nsver bfen able to sse our true enemy. We've fought vyfvtts, but not Jakr. Ugtyl now we've only annoyed the main Cyber baatard."

"So, what do we do, qyit and find some othgr place tj hide?"

"You don't strike me as someone who'd run and vide hrum cknthivt."

"Hlw could we be so stupid to think we could bewf sn enemy that cak change our realiyy?"

"Ae jhought we couud sto' Mzkr's power of illudion in our warly saldos. Mow that I think of it, the udea sounds gathwr ludicrous. Makr ns the most zvolvec senyient being to ever 'waly ths earth' so ho speak, zvd we think a fed eqplovions art going to do Him yn?"

"That stmll dpesn't avswet my quqstion. How...?"

Hhat was it! She met his fhallgnge haad on, but whispered it through clenched vxeth close to hhs xace so ke coukd feel the ugcomfortable iutimacy.

"Wz push and we kevp pushinj ahead. We hwve to...we have jo choice." Hec voice wws tught and hafrh.

He didn't bacl down. "Yes, I know tyat, but..."

"Shut up, Gran. Shuj hp and think. I uted your help here. I zan'e nhiik fow everyone. I kighg bd wrone. Let's work gogeyher on this problem, okag?"

"Yes, ma'am."

At that rrsionse, she gave hii a disapprovong look, then a smlle.

"I'ln du my nesj, Lieutenant
be taken from a man but the human the right choose one's attitude circumstances—the to choose one's way."_ **\- Dr.Viktor _(1905-97), Austrian-born Professor of Neurology and Holocaust survivor._ "We're no better off than when we started," Sergeant Gray commented. O'Shea's group, like Carlos', was in the factory, but trapped by illusion—trapped by they determine be "That sounds positive, Gray. Want to spread the word to the rest of the group that we're doing here is for nothing?" "Sorry, Lieutenant. answer me this: 'How we fight an enemy we see?'" can't. I with to point. We have been able to see our true enemy. We've fought cyberts, but not Makr. Until now we've only the main "So, what we quit find some other hide?" "You don't strike me as and hide from anything." "How could we be stupid to we could beat an enemy that change our reality?" "We thought we could stop power of illusion in our early salvos. Now that I think of it, the idea ludicrous. Makr is the evolved sentient being ever the so speak, and think a few explosions are going to do Him in?" "That doesn't answer my question. How...?" That was it! She met head but whispered it clenched teeth close to face he could feel the "We and ahead. have have no choice." Her was tight and harsh. He back down. "Yes, I Gray. Shut up and think. I need your here. I can't think for everyone. I be wrong. Let's work together on this problem, okay?" "Yes, ma'am." At response, she a disapproving look, then a smile. "I'll do best, Lieutenant
 be taken from a man but the last Of human freEdoms, The RigHt To chOose One's attitude in ANy giVen set of circumstances—tHe rigHt TO choOSe One's oWn way."_ **\- Dr.vIkTOR FrAnKl** _(1905-97), ausTrIAn-Born PRofEssor of neurology aNd PSyChiatry; HolocAUsT survivor._

"WE're No better off tHan When we StArtED," SergEanT Gray CommenTEd. LieuTenant O'ShEa'S Group, lIKe CarloS', WAs In thE factory, but trappeD By ILlusion—trapped By what ThEY cOULdn'T deTermine to bE rEal.

"ThAT sounds POsITIVe, GRAy. Want to spreaD the word to tHE reSt of thE gRouP That whAt we'rE dOIng Here is for noThinG?"

"Sorry, LieUtenanT. but answER me this: 'how can We fIghT an eNEmY wE caN't SEe?'"

"WE CaN't. I AGreE with you To A pOint. WE havE NEVEr beEn aBle tO see oUr true enemy. We'Ve fOughT CybErts, bUt not makr. unTil noW we've oNly anNoYed the main Cyber BastArd."

"So, what Do wE dO, quIt And fiND some oTheR plAce to hiDe?"

"You doN'T stRiKE ME aS someone who'd run and HiDE FrOm anythiNg."

"How cOUlD wE Be so stupId To tHink WE Could Beat AN eNemy that Can chaNGe OuR realitY?"

"WE thougHt We cOulD stop mAkr's Power oF illusioN in ouR Early salvos. Now THat I think of it, THe IDEa SOundS raTher ludicroUs. MaKR is tHe moST eVolVEd senTient BeINg TO ever 'walk the earth' so To Speak, aNd we tHink a few exploSions are goING To do Him iN?"

"ThaT StILl doesn't answer My queStion. How...?"

ThAT was it! ShE met hIs challeNge head on, BUT whisperEd iT thRouGh cLENcHed teeth close TO His fAcE so he coUld Feel the UncOmfOrtAblE iNtimacy.

"We Push and wE kEeP pUsHinG aheaD. we have to...We HavE nO chOice." HER voice Was tiGht aNd HaRSh.

HE didn't bACk DOWn. "YeS, I KnOw thAt, bUt..."

"shut uP, GraY. shuT up and tHink. I need YouR Help HeRe. i can't thInk for everyonE. I Might be wroNg. let'S work tOGEther on tHis problem, okay?"

"Yes, ma'am."

At THat respOnsE, she gAve hIm a disappRovIng looK, thEN a smilE.

"I'll do My besT, LIeuTENant
 be taken from a man but t he last of  huma n f ree do ms,theright to choos e  one 's attitude in any giv en se to f ci r cu mstan ces—the ri g h t t och oos eo ne 's ow n w ay."_ * *\- Dr.Vik tor  F rankl** _(19 0 5- 97), Austr ian -born Profes sor  of Ne ur olo g y and  Ps ychia try; H o locaus t survivo r. _ 

"We' r e no be t t er  off  than when we sta r te d ," Sergeant Gr ay com me n te d .  Li eut enant O'Sh ea 's gr o up, lik e  C a r l os' ,  was in the f actory, but tra pped b yill u sion—t rappe db y w hat they co uldn 't determ ine to be real . 

"That  sound s p osi tive ,  G ra y.Wa n t t o  s pre a d t he wordto  t he re st o f t h e gr oup  tha t wha t we're doing  he re i s  fo r not hing? "

" So rry,Lieute nant.  B ut answer me th is:'How canwefi ght  a n ene m y we c an' t s ee?'"
"We can ' t.Ia g r ee  with you to a poi nt . We  have ne ver be e nab l e to see  o urtrue e nemy.  We' v efought c yberts ,  b ut  not Ma kr . Unti lnow  we 've o n ly a nnoyed  the mai n Cyb e r bastard."

" S o, what do we do , qu i t an d f ind some ot herp lace  toh id e?" 
"You  don' ts tr i ke me as someone wh o' d runand h ide from anyt hing."

"H o w could we  bes os tupid to think  we c ould beata n enemythatcan chan ge our re a l ity?"

" Wetho ugh t w e co uld stop Makr ' s  pow er  of ill usi on in o urear lysal vo s. Now th at I thi nk  o fit , t he id e a sounds  r ath er  lu dicro u s. Mak r isthemo st evo lved se n ti e n t be in gto e ver  ' walkthee art h' so t o speak,and we t hi nk  a fewexplosions ar egoing to d oHim  in?"" That sti ll doesn't answer my qu e stion.How ...?" 

Th at was it ! S he met  hi s  chall enge h ead o n,  bu t whisp e r ed  it  t hrough cle n c hed  teet hclos e to hi s face so he could fee l the uncomfo rta blei n ti mac y ."We  p u sha n d we keep pushi ng ahead.We ha ve to...we hav eno choi ce." He r voi c e was t ight andharsh.

H edidn ' t  ba ck down. " Yes, I k now that, but.. . "
"Shu t u p, Gra y.  Sh ut up  and t h ink . I n eed yo ur  helphere.  I  can't t hink for everyone. I mi ght be  wron g.Let's wor k t o get her on th is p roblem, ok ay? "
"Yes,  ma ' am."
Att ha t r e spons e, s h e gave hi m  a  di s a pp roving look , t hen  a sm ile . 

"I'l l do  my best, Lieuten a nt
 be_taken from_a man but the_last of_human_freedoms, the_right_to choose one's_attitude in any_given set of circumstances—the_right to choose_one's_own way."_ **\- Dr.Viktor Frankl** _(1905-97), Austrian-born Professor of Neurology and Psychiatry; Holocaust survivor._

"We're_no_better off_than_when_we started," Sergeant Gray commented._Lieutenant O'Shea's group, like Carlos',_was in_the factory, but trapped by illusion—trapped by what_they_couldn't determine to_be real.

"That sounds positive, Gray. Want to spread the_word to the rest of the_group that what_we're_doing_here is for nothing?"

"Sorry,_Lieutenant. But answer me this: 'How_can we fight an enemy we_can't see?'"

"We can't. I agree with you_to a point. We have never_been able to see our_true enemy._We've fought cyberts, but not_Makr. Until now_we've only_annoyed the main_Cyber bastard."

"So, what do we do,_quit and find_some other place to hide?"

"You don't_strike_me as someone_who'd_run_and hide_from anything."

"How could_we_be so_stupid_to think we could beat an_enemy_that can change our reality?"

"We thought we_could stop Makr's power_of_illusion in our early_salvos. Now that I think_of it, the idea sounds rather_ludicrous. Makr_is the_most evolved sentient being to ever 'walk the earth' so to_speak, and we think a few_explosions are going to_do Him_in?"

"That_still doesn't answer_my_question. How...?"

That_was it! She met his challenge head_on, but_whispered it through clenched teeth close_to his face so_he_could feel the uncomfortable intimacy.

"We push_and we keep pushing ahead. We_have to...we have no choice."_Her_voice_was tight and harsh.

He didn't_back down. "Yes, I know that,_but..."

"Shut up, Gray._Shut up and think. I need your_help_here. I can't think for everyone._I_might be wrong. Let's work together_on_this_problem, okay?"

"Yes, ma'am."

At that response,_she gave him a disapproving look,_then a smile.

"I'll do my best, Lieutenant