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Date: March 9, 2525
Her bones ached, her skin felt as though it had been butchered.
Hair that had once been a beautiful shade of blonde, now gone, shaved for the procedure.
A procedure that left the flesh scarred.
The monitor beeped quietly above Anne-139, signaling that she had managed to survive the grueling augmentation.
Fourteen and she felt stronger and better than most adults.
Slowly her eyes peeled open, a shade of blue that her fellow Spartans had described as ice. Her head turned to regard the woman that sat beside her bed with an information pad in her hand.
Dr. Catherine Halsey. The name of the one who had met her on Escala III.
Anne's arm raised slightly, her hand grasping at Halsey's sleeve.
"Dr. Halsey? Did I... did I do it?" Anne asked, and yet... there was no tone to her voice, no desperate plea for acknowledgement like she expected, a flat tone of voice, empty and devoid.
"Yes. Congratulations, Anne. You did it, welcome to your new life." Halsey replied, a proud smile appearing on her face, her hand moving to cover the back of Anne's hand with hers. "You're a Spartan now."
Anne's hand fell away from Halsey's sleeve slowly, her gaze taking in the sight of the torn fabric.