When I was a kid, I was fascinated by the Philip K. Dick novel ‘Second Variety’. It starts with two soldiers sitting in their bunker, watching a single enemy infantryman approaching their position.
Seconds after, the underground ‘claws’ drones reveal themselves and use sharp blades to tear the intruder to pieces. The idea of a human life being taken right in front of you by man-made robots was blood-chilling.
I could not ever imagine that 30 years later, I would be sitting in a bunker and watching a similar picture, and both the bunker and the picture would be as real as it gets.
Our bunker is just a mile from the frontline, and it is well hidden underground. It can probably survive a direct hit from a 500-kilo KAB [Russian air-guided bomb]; no one would want to check if that is true, of course. But chances are high, as Russians constantly use their air sovereignty and KAB’s as the last argument, up to 10 times a day.
I am a guest here, but the bunker is a temporary home for four…