Urban assault soldier's nightmare

I have imagined this story after year of passion for a game. The game is Urban Assault:

I have strange reoccurring dreams of a little girl playing hopscotch on a Stoudson trigger .
I myself in my dream am siting on a cliff not far away .
She has a long dress over her dis-completed biowear .She smiles at me, I smile at her.
I gaze at the black sky. A smile grows inside me and on my face .
I try to lay on my back, with artistic motions as my cat when it walked the earth. My head has no time to touch the cold steel, fear pours in my veins.
Every bone, muscle, cell, molecule in my body yells danger. I jump on my feet, I try to sprint in the child's direction. Not fast enough, ankle aches.
Silence and a fine red mist touches my face. I slow down, my eyes are jumping left and right, up and down looking where the child was.
My helmet ricochets hitting the ground .
I wake up with a twitching eyelid.

The learning institutions

 We have evolved in many aspects these past few decades. The only thing that has not evolved is education.
I think no one wants to make learning and the institutions really loved. There's a dark interest in the middle.
We want efficiency. Nobody had a thought about making learning and school efficient.
In the future 16 year olds will have BSc under their belts. It's not about IQ.

The waves...

A short scene of a gruesome battle:

"The waves clash in the shy valley. Cries and curses reverberate. On each side the generals watch bored. You can tell the ones with brains or brawn. They would rather be drinking..."

In space

How would it feel to be lost in the vacuum of space?

"The Maus is drifting in deep space, slowly rotating. No star maps, no gyro's, no RFTH. The hull's skin is not repairing. Just a vague lite that reminds me of life's faith. Pressure is slowly fading, the cold is creeping. It would be perfect if mind would be clear with it."

At heaven's gate.

A nice short short story about when you reach heaven's gate. If...

Found myself at heaven's gate. No sound of joy or eternal glow. Smoked my cigarette and knocked. And knocked again. One gate slowly cracked open. A green sleepy devil answered: "Real-estate investment!!! Get out before i call the hell hounds!".