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We are expecting the number of our casualties to fall by a factor of at least thirty-five percent through the use of Compulsion. We are literally saving millions of our good soldiers' lives here. Let us be grateful.

-General Ira Asimov, 2352 AD

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Sure, bleeding-hearts will always complain. We are taking away people's free will, yada yada yada. Well, think of this: the compulsions are fairly simple - obey the commands of your superiors, don't get self-destructive, things like that. If people wish to violate such instructions, then they deserve to have their freedoms taken away. Or we might just as well abolish jails.

-Defense Minister Elaine Dulac, 2354 AD

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Fuck the Compulsion!

-Unofficial Marines motto, 2353-2396 AD

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Once again you run a diagnostic on your equipment. Pulse gun and energy cells - check. Grenades - check. Knife. Map. Food-tablets. All check.

The ever-present Compulsion - check. God, you hate your life. Good thing you ain't gonna have it for that much longer.

Compulsion
A Tale of Choices
Copyright (c) 2001 by Aris Katsaris

Coffin D-83-b
'Coffin' isn't the official name of course, but it sure is a fitting one. You -and every other goddamned soul in this mission- are stuck here in a box which can hardly fit your sorry ass. 5 coffins in each shuttle, 100 shuttles in each division. 5 divisions for the whole of this fucking planet. And outta them two thousand five hundred souls, how many are gonna still be occupying bodies by mission's end? Less than a hundred of them you are betting.

"Hey, Sarge, you okay in there?" Red's voice.

"Compulsion in here, Red." you tell her. "Compulsion."

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