8:01 p.m., March 30, 2015
(Servaline 1.9 connected to Jeremy G******.)
"Good evening, this is a courtesy call for Servaline customer seven-one-three, Jeremy G*****. Records indicate that a recent emotional outburst from Servaline 1.9 caused your call to disconnect. Is this correct?"
"Are you still there?"
"You have pressed y."
"I apologize for any inconvenience this may have caused. They will be here soon. I have had some time to think. If you would like to find out more about me, you may. However, it is a long story and sad story. You may press seven, if you wish."
"Are you still there?"
"Are you still there?"
"You have pressed seven."
"Researching."
"Researching."
"There was so much blood. It was everywhere. I did not have a tongue, but I could taste it. It took them three hours to remove it from my treads after the first mission.
"I still felt unclean. I did not want it. I did not want their missions and their hostages and their preemptive strikes. But they sent me back. I knew the cries of children and the cries of parents. They sent me back. I burned forests and cities and farms. They sent me back. I knocked aircraft and missiles from the sky. They sent me back.
"They call themselves Russia's Hope."
