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Cutting_room_floor.md

@@ -1,3 +1,7 @@
+The Difference Between an Idiot and a Moron
+
+The Cutting Room Floor
+
 Adir opened his eyes to the same dull, leaden brain fog he's so used to
 by now. The room was pitch black, except for the small ray of light
 coursing through the broken window blind, crushed by many musty
@@ -1091,7 +1095,7 @@ moment to steam gazing at the sands, weak mind racing with new thought.
 
 Chapter V \[Unordered\] -- Air Force Headquarters
 
-Above all, it was silent. The grand, modern skyscraper, always busting
+Above all, it was silent. The grand, modern skyscraper, always bustling
 with activity, stood as a monument to the advancement, the brashness,
 standing in defiance of the comforting spring sun.
 

The_Difference_Between_an_Idiot_and_a_Moron.md

@@ -595,8 +595,8 @@ The officer considered this gravely.
 
 "You mean to say you're absent in service?"
 
-"In December, I was an absent in service. By now, I'm well into defector
-territory."
+"In December, I was an absent in service. By now, I'm well into
+defection territory."
 
 "I'm sorry, but I just don't believe you."
 
@@ -696,7 +696,7 @@ heart. A decision was made, and he will stick to it.
 
 He got out.
 
-***Chapter I --** **Private Adir Levin***
+***Chapter I --** **Security Service Candidate Adir Levin***
 
 Private Adir Levin was just shy of 19 years of age when he was drafted.
 
@@ -935,3 +935,106 @@ Yet an army base it was, and the bastards would not let Adir soon forget
 it. He and his peers may have waltzed in from the city each morning,
 sure, but after coming in through the old-school guard post, it was army
 alright.
+
+Chapter II -- Rookie Adir Levin
+
+It wasn't a direct transition to the Academy. However glamorous Adir's
+station, he -- and those whom he would later study with -- must of
+course go through the standard ordeal of having their souls crushed by
+the army, so that the pulp can be remodeled.
+
+There are many special facilities to do so, but Adir had had the great
+privilege of enjoying one of the oldest and finest of them -- the Spring
+Buds Rookie base, 15km off the border, in the desert.
+
+Adir adapted quickly, but it was a forced, instinctual adaptation, and
+he often didn't quite register what exactly was happening, and certainly
+not why. He did figure it out at some point, which he remembers
+especially well.
+
+It was a fiercely cold night -- a cold Adir had yet to know,
+nonchalantly seeping into your bones and joints and draining you. He had
+hardly come prepared in his arrogance, and was shivering bitterly in his
+team's tent.
+
+Everyone else was getting ready to sleep, and Adir knew he had no point
+trying to rest himself before they all arrive and so was sitting in idle
+misery -- a state which was quickly becoming familiar. He so enjoyed it
+that he always hurried off and got ready much faster than everyone in
+order to *really* take it all in.
+
+His usual solitude was broken this time by Regev. Regev was a
+fascinating person -- he was quiet, but not of shyness like himself --
+but of silent, bitter sarcasm. Under the right circumstances, Regev
+could stun the entire brigade with a few words of wisdom, uttered
+clearly without hesitations, unsullied by so much as a twitch of facial
+muscles to convey his misgivings. The commanders despised him, even
+their own team's unengaged, apathic commanders coming to real fury with
+him. The soldiers, of course, greatly admired him, as did.
+
+Adir was greatly in awe and so avoided him with great determination, and
+passive Regev made no real note of it. This time, however, as he slumped
+on his sleeping bag, he immediately turned to Adir.
+
+'You mark my words, Adir', he told him with a clear, ringing voice
+devoid of emotion. 'Within three months or less, I will be a civilian'.
+
+Now, many proud fools make similar claims -- and Spring Buds is ripe
+ground for it. They come like flies to an old steak, and the military
+swats them accordingly.
+
+Adir had already heard dozens (that day) make similar claims. Coming
+from a person such as Regev, however, it was worthy of consideration.
+
+"\...But, we've only been here a week!" he squeaked back.
+
+"A week too long, and I will not stand many more like it. I have made up
+my mind."
+
+Even in the dark, Adir could see his severe face looking him straight in
+the eyes.
+
+"You mark my words -- should I still be in uniform 90 days from now, I
+am a stupid, spineless whoreson."
+
+"I mean, you could give it a try, sure, but 90 days - "
+
+"A s*tupid, spineless whoreson*."
+
+Adir let that sink for a bit.
+
+"What will you do outside?" he asked.
+
+"Whatever the hell I want", Regev shot back quickly.
+
+Adir was shaken to his core.
+
+"Should I still be your coursemate in 90 days," Adir replied
+respectfully after a time, "I will put you in your place as the stupid,
+spineless whoreson you are"
+
+Regev smiled widely, the first time Adir had ever seen him do so.
+"That's all I wanted to hear," he said, and quickly rolled up and fell
+asleep.
+
+The next month or so was superemely strange. Adir found himself waking
+up to a starry sky by hail smacking his face, running for shelter from
+hostile mortars (which were 'thunder', according to Adir's commander.
+'But what does thunder have anything to do with it?' He asked her,
+stunned - 'None of your business, soldier' she'd replied), rolling over
+the sand dunes simulating combat ('It was great, but when you rolled
+just now, you were exposed, and you could've been shot, and killed',
+she'd told him then, 'but great otherwise'), shooting on the range twice
+on each run ('I've never seen anyone without a dominant shooting hand in
+my life', the stunned Company Commander had said, 'Do it again'), and
+even going up on guard duty for thirty minutes at the middle of the
+night ('You have to get used to it,' said their Commander, to which
+Regev replied 'I won't, but you do you' and lost a weekend at home), and
+many other bizzare scenarios, forced on him at random.
+
+Throughout all that madness, Regev's words rang often in Adir's fragile
+psyche.
+
+"What will you do?"
+
+"Whatever the hell I want".