I feel my self tumbling through the endless black void once more. Falling with out end.

Ah yes I have died once more... Or rather someone else has died once more and the neural connection that was provided by their cybernetic implants was cut.

With a sudden violence the HUD reappears in front of me giving me access to my operatives status. 

As I float through the Void I look at all 6 flashing boxes that read KIA...

Such is the life of a squad coordinator, I watch them grow up, train, and fall in love and then die either in battle or when they reach their expiration date. 

I watch them do things that I will never do from my solitary positon at a data fusion center.
Sometimes they would talk to me other times they would confide their darkest secrets, well actually there was no secrets between us as I was with them every step they took and every breath they breathed.

I brought up the registrar and added them to the KIA list...
I quickly scrolled through it and found the earliest entry at 2050AD November 5th 12:42 PM...

Has it really been that long I did the quick computation and calculated that would mean roughly 3000 years had passed since I was activated. 

I guess such a long life could be expected of a quantum computer.

As some of my processers hummed away on the meaning of my existence I suddenly received a docket of 6 new agents, fresh out of the Vats.

I already knew them as they had received identical virtual memories during their developmental time in the tanks. 

While they didn't lack the spark of life a human had I had come to see them as disposable, such is natural when the battles they participate in have a 50 percent KIA or higher, that's before the fact that the men are always identical as if they were torn from an injection mold.

Oh well time to start the greeting ritual.

>>" Hello I am your monitor you can call me MHAWB or Mhabe for short."

They all gave me short muted responses.

Such is to be expected of new tank borns . It will take a few months in the real world for them to develop any type of real personality. 

As they went about their day I carefully monitored their vitals and psychological statuses, noting what caused changes both positive and negative..

Oh it will take a long time for them to measure up to my old squad.. It took them 10 years to get to that point although I doubt these ones will last 10 days.

The war has gotten really hot. It would not be a stretch to say that billions of lives are being lost every day. If my last calculations were correct in the last battle exactly 200 billion people died over a 10 hour period.

Such was the scale of interstellar warfare.
Men equipment and planets were all expendable. Well most men there were those at the top who fancied themselves indispensable but in reality there were AI's who could take their place if they were to die.

How the organic species could be so self centered I will never comprehend. Every one and every thing can be replaced. I have seen it done on the scales of billions. 

What should be any different about the individual?

Suddenly I was torn from my thoughts by an urgent update, one of the operatives which was labeled #1 was having severe arrhythmia. 

As I looked at his vitals it was incredibly obvious he was a defective unit and would need to be replaced immediately.

I sent the information along to the Health department who promptly disposed of the dysfunctional #1.

His replacement would be ready with in 36 hours.

The others barely questioned why their cohort was taken off to never be seen again. They never questioned orders.
Oh how dreadfully soulless they were.
At least back when we used normal humans I could get myself to care about them but now.
Now it took effort.

Generally I wouldn't regard them as sentient beings until they passed the point where they got an actual name instead of their ID number.

Until then they were merely extensions of my own existence to be used and disposed of accordingly.

Suddenly I received an update from HQ marked urgent.

I opened it up and read the contents.

"You are to prepare your group for boarding action in 48 hours time."

Oh command how thought less they could be I barely have the men for a day and you are already asking me to send them into the shredder..

Oh well my disposable little fishes shall swim into the maw of a shark and I shall led the straight into it.

I wonder if when I die I will go to hell for my actions . I briefly paused and did a quick computation.
I'm a computer I have no soul, man some of those strange beliefs the older humans had seemed to have rubbed off on me.

As I studied the men I looked through my data banks to see if there were any matches in their physiological responses to stimuli that matched up with previous units, so I could figure out how to maximize their potential.

For a quantum computer , and an AI this was a rather simple task as I had access to over 3000 years of information of hundreds of thousands of individuals. 

So soon I was left with no work and my thoughts once again drifted.

When will the men be issued new guns we have been using the same railguns for the last 500 years its time to change it up... Or at least make it look different, same for the armor.

But desire for change doesn't matter as much as the need for economical improvement. And obviously it was not economical to change trillions of arms and armor just because of
"I feel like it."