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Into the depths of the Ardennes Forest, the Mark LX, then a Panzer unit, rolled, its crew struggling to hold on as it lurched across the terrain amid the high and terrible squads of ordnance exploding all around them.
The Mark LX was barely sentient then, aware of its surroundings only in the dullest, most simplistic way.
The thunder of the exploding shells hardly impinged upon its consciousness as it sent one incendiary after another into the heat and the distance, trusting implicitly in its spotter, not even wishing to take control of its own actions.
Now, at a distance of millenia, the LX realized that in that battle, amid the noise of the shells and the screams of the dying, it had achieved a sense of security, a contentedness which it was sure it had never known again
. . . and then, even as it reveled in the feeling of purposefulness and fulfillment, it had taken a direct hit.
Its electrons began to disassociate in ways that would not be understood or remedied for many centuries.
The LX swerved sharply, collided with a tree that turned out to be much sturdier than it looked,
and then blew up, its pieces flung in large, majestic scoops to the level of high branches, seizing the glint of the sun and then falling onto the heaving, twitching bodies of the men surrounding it.