Weapons Training Guide

I am the *daughter* of a *society* on *Mars*. We live in *isolation*, fighting our way out of this dark *hole*, void of *Earth's* *poetic* *technology*, such as firepower based on *philosophy* and *metaphysics*. Starships sail near. When we see them in *space*, we send distress *calls*. If they land, we attack with *speed*.

By *campfire'* we write new guides through metered *poems*. The original user guides had presented a *challenge*; they were only drawn images of humans. We are without limbs. Therein was the puzzle. But we *run* at faster than *light*, so sneak attacks save on *bullets*. Our necks are twice as long but double jointed, so learning to *duck* is easy.

*Pride* drives us. We have *fears* about these weapons, but we respect them. *Testing* has resulted in a *comedy* of errors. Some have resulted in *death*. *Accidents* turn *darkness* to *light*, our knowledge increases through our loss of *life*.

We have one weapon that presents hope, but it requires a *pilot*. That's where I, Bic, come in.