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  <title>Maximum Security Assisted Living Complex</title>
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  <description>&quot;At some point, my motivation changed.&quot; the man who had once been the most feared terrorist leader in the world mused.  &quot;At first, power was just going to be a means to an end.  A way to, avenge my brother for one thing.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He spoke as though he were giving an interview, though there was no one in the room with him.  Perhaps he knew he was being monitored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;It was almost satirical in a way.  Using the very corruption and greed I blamed for his death and my own ills, to bring down that system.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Commander did this sometimes.  Usually he sat in his wheelchair, staring blankly at the wall, in a semi-comatose daze.  But occasionally he broke out into a kind of frenzy, giving rousing speeches to imagined followers, or gloating, villainous monologues to non-existent prisoners.  And then there were these times, when he could have seemed sane, if only he were actually speaking to someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;I wonder when power became the goal itself.  It was probably around the same time that I completely abandoned my civilian identity.  And Cobra Commander went from being merely my title, to being my name.  I can&apos;t even remember my original name now.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=l1ttle_billy&amp;ditemid=94859&quot; width=&quot;30&quot; height=&quot;12&quot; alt=&quot;comment count unavailable&quot; style=&quot;vertical-align: middle;&quot;/&gt; comments</description>
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