"General Camp, I hope you will consider my application more carefully."
In Nora Camp's office, Harrison Clark stood with his hands behind his back and his chest puffed out as he spoke.
Nora Camp stopped arranging the chessboard and said without a doubt, "Impossible. No one can have a gene injection twice. It's absurd. You're just causing your death, a death without any value. Go back."
"I should decide my own fate..."
"No, your life is not just yours. The army has invested unimaginable resources to train you to this point. The free educational resources you've enjoyed since childhood. The cost of producing each meal for you is enough to meet the consumption of an ordinary family in a slum for a week. The wear and tear on the Summit Armor you use daily for training, as well as the operation and maintenance costs of the Holographic Simulation System..."
Nora Camp rebuffed Harrison Clark for a long time, causing him to return empty-handed.
