For today’s interview, I traveled deep into the dark recesses of space until I stumbled upon a strange sight. It was half human and half machine. On top of its head was a massive helmet that almost weighed more than me. It wore a shade of generic green space marine armor. I was in awe.
On with the show.
Me: So you spend a lot of time in space. You say you just flew back from space to earth for this interview. Are your arms tired?
SM: That some kind of joke, punk? Let me tell you the story of a giggling joker ripped apart by alien lasers. He won’t laugh ever again.
Me: What were you doing in space?
SM: I took the fight to the alien home world. Stole some of their guns too and that really made their green blood boil.
Me: Have you been on any other missions lately?
SM: I did some covert ops, government cover ups, redacted files, blah, blah, blah. I’d tell you more but then I’d have to blast you.
Me: Uh ok. Does it hurt when you are repeatedly shot during missions?
SM: Nah, my life is not the slightest bit realistic. I completed all my missions despite absorbing thousands of bullets. My eyes saw everything painted red, and my heart pounded so loud that passersby could hear it. But I mostly just walked it off or took cover and regained perfect health. Even when the damage became overwhelming, I’d get back up, dust off my shoulders and try again.
Me: Wow! Do you think medical science will ever let all of us just walk off illness? Could you hold the secret to curing all disease?
SM: How should I know bub. I’m just a space marine.
Me: How do you handle all this blood and killing? Do you ever get sick of it?
SM: Nah I love it! (Punches his fists together).
Wait (sheds a tear)… I – sometimes I long to bake cookies, skip through grassy meadows on warm spring days and pick up pretty purple flowers.
But it can be so lonely sometimes being a war machine. People don’t know that I find it hard to express my feelings, display emotions or show affection. Why, the other day, I picked up a flower but accidentally crushed it with my powerful grip.
I long to share my feelings, to take this mask off… I think it all goes back to the fact that my parents didn’t love me enough as a child. My dad was a cold space marine in the 8 bit days and my mom…
Ah what am I talking about! Delete that from the interview. I’ve got a persona to keep up. (Chomps freshly lit Cuban cigar and blows smoke into my face.)
Me: (cough, cough) Right… So you’ve appeared in a lot of games. Do you ever play them?
SM: Definitely not! And you shouldn’t either. They’re a waste of time and they kill brain cells. I’ve taken enough brain damage in the line of duty. Thank you very much. Oh, and don’t forget to buy my new game on Christmas.
Me: Ok, I think we’ve covered you’re games enough. Tell me what you like to do for fun?
SM: Take my tank for a stroll through the streets and shoot anyone who looks like a bad guy.
Me: That sounds like vigilante justice. What if they’re not a bad guy?
SM: Listen, pal, I’m not a detective here, alright? I don’t investigate everyone before I shoot. That wouldn’t make for a thrilling game. I also don’t come down to where you work and tell you what to do.
Me: How about loving and eating? How do you do that when your helmet is always on? Doesn’t it get dirty?
SM: You don’t want to know, pal.
Me: What’s it like being a space marine? I mean doesn’t it get lonely?
SM: Oh it gets so lonely sometimes that I want to cry. (Audible sniffles)
Me: Is that – Is that a tear running down your visor?
SM: No, no it’s nothing. Next question!
Me: Do you think about anything besides death?
SM: I’m programmed and hard-wired to focus on those.
Me: But do you have any free will or are just a digital killing machine?
SM: Whoa, whoa, whoa… don’t get all egghead on me.
Me: You’re not that bright. Are you?
SM: That’s it! I’ve had just about all I can handle of you. Come here so I can beat the living brains out of you.
(I run off. The interview ends)
So the space marine in your video game may seem invincible. But they might also have unresolved childhood issues, anger management and difficulty expressing emotion. Guess it’s not so great to be a space marine after all.