I could tell that he would be victorious,  now,  I was losing pieces quickly and his tactics were refined and controlled,  so unlike the brute force attack that I was relying on.  I was leaving myself to open,  I had known it, yet I found myself unable to change styles as if the pattern had become programmed into my mind.  Why could I not adapt,  was I missing something?  Something essential, that the commander possessed?<br/><br/>I allowed my mind to wander for a time,  pondering the experiment I was about to become a test subject in. Would it be necessary for me to actually focus my thoughts on the coupling?  Or would I be able to use the time to ponder something more essential like battle tactics.  Unlikely,  if what The Commander was suggesting was correct…  I would be required to focus directly on dissembling myself,  allowing the I to slip into the We.<br/><br/><strong>“If that is your orders Commander then I will do what is required.” </strong>I looked back to the board,  the course of action was decided.  “That is for the Best.”  I had heard the rumors that the other cogs whispered,  the Commander and I?  It partially seemed correct, a little sliver in my subconscious actually seemed to want to mingle with The Commander…  but I was his adopted daughter, and those rumors if they became true could be used to destroy the greatest man I’ve ever encountered.<br/><br/><strong>“Whom will it be then?”</strong>