Hello, my name is...

Hello, my name is Matt, and I pressed the button that killed my brother. 

Alright, so it didn't outright kill him. But it did destroy every ounce of his humanity and it did literally kill the body of the man I once knew. 

We have the ability to transport the men of war from one place to another, for instance the deck of a battle cruiser in space to the ground on a planet light years away. 

I wont tell you the details of how it works, quantum computers are impossible to explain sometimes. Needless to say, it works. 

But what they don't know, is that it isn't teleportation. 

It is called "transcription" and what it does is, destroy you here, after reading your entire anatomic and DNA profile, and it recreates you there. So yes, it kills you. But no, you aren't dead. 

Do you see the gray area?

So, you have to be wondering why I'm saying this. Well, it's because if I fail in the mission I'm about to take, the truth dies with me. And it can't. Someone, somewhere needs to know what happened. 

So, I pressed the button. 

You see, when Operation Skyfall hit my home planet, and killed all 8 billion inhabitants, I was off planet, on a job that I had received the night before the attack. I thought I was lucky at first, but soon it sunk in that I had lost everyone and everything I ever cared for. 

Including my twin brother. 

Don't get ahead of the story, that isn't actually where he died. I was just told so by Commander Olivia Miranda. Though, to be fair, she didn't know he was alive either. 

He bought a ticket home from the planet he was visiting, and the ship he was on arrived in time to be blown out of the sky by the enemy. His ticket was scanned, I accepted his fate. As part of my acceptance, I was conscripted into the service of the United Earth Command, a part of the United Space Command, as a Tech officer in charge of transcription. I was the smartest and most qualified computer engineer that had been drafted in the history of ever. 

It's my story, I can embellish. 

Anyway, for weeks, I was sending men down to their deaths, thinking that they were dying from the battles across the surface of the 22 planets that were infested. 

I was wrong. 

The truth was, they were dead the moment I pressed the button that sent them. 

There was a strange phenomenon that hit the men, everyone who was teleported was affected. They were...hollow. 

No emotional response, like they were zombies. 

They weren't ACUTALLY zombies, mind you. Just no personality. 

So I did some digging, into the code. 

One day, I was about to crack the code and see the truth of the horror of what I had been forced to do. 

AND that was when Commander Miranda dropped the bomb on me that all of this was known to the Uppers and that she had known all along. From the moment she recruited me. 

So, my brother. He had been stranded on the planet he was visiting because his ticket home was stolen. He saw the news, assumed we all died, and was scooped up by a recruiter. They eat the victims of stuff like this alive. 

Few weeks later, after basic training, he was in my hangar the day I learned the truth. 

BUT I didn't know.

So, Commander Miranda tells me the truth, and then orders me to press the button. 

So there I stand, I now know that I've killed thousands of men, and I had no idea. And she was about to make me kill five hundred more. 

The weight of that action will always haunt me. The moment I pressed that button, part of me died. 

I killed my brother and I never knew it. They made me do it, and I never knew it. 

Soon after, I saw the post transcription report, saw my brother's name and was confused, I did some digging and found that he was alive. 

Well, had been alive.

The weight hit me harder than anything has ever hit anything ever. 

And I knew I had to do something. 

So here I am. Doing something. 

If all goes well, the Upper regime wil fall. And the truth will be known, and this wont matter. Or maybe I'll publish it and get rich. Who knows. 

But, to those who read this, know this:

I will burn this system to the ground. I will obliterate you like I did my brother. 

Because, see, since I killed my own brother, you made me a killer. So I will use what I learned to show you what infinity looks like. Here I come.