I am in a futuristic barracks, some sort of industrial military building. I am born. I am myself, but I am born. Made by whoever is responsible for this facility. A boy is helping me. He seems to know what is happening. Rushing under constrained time. He gives me a handful of pages with instructions printed on them. I read them, not understanding fully, but absorbing their content. They're mechanical. Time is running out. The guards are coming, but they are distracted by something, or can't get into this room for some reason. I am unaware of the urgency of the situation. The boy activates a machine. 30 SECONDS flashes on the display. Soldiers begin to pour in. They are not quite aware of the importance of right here and now. READY! "Get in" the boy commands. His voice is shaky with stress. I do. I sit down, placing my arms, head and legs into the machine. The Commander enters. With a glance, an "oh fuck" expression marks is face. The machine starts clamping armour onto my body. It's a pure white exoskeleton - war amour. I inherently understand. It is finished. The guards worriedly begin to fire, some standing their ground, others running. The Captain knows what he has to do. I need to rendezvous at the train shaft. The fighting begins. The suit enhances me in every way. I am stronger, faster, more aware. I lead down to the level below. The Captain follows. I burst through locked blast doors and run down a twisting array of hallways. I make it to the train tubes and go. I'm sliding down the rails - the Captain is capable. He ensues. He loves the metal. He laughs. He is communicating with someone over the link in his ear. We go faster, dodging trains through the tunnels. I slide into another tunnel. A train full of people is stopped on the tracks. Another train is barreling through the tunnel in its direction. I need to help them, but I know better. It's a trap. I slow, passing by the train. The people inside are afraid. Some are crying. The rails have been switched. I know that it's Their doing. They want me back. I shoot a blast at the rail switch and the train begins to move. They'll make it. By now the Captain has caught up. He draws his pistol. I grab his arm. He is strong. We struggle - shots being fired. I wrestle the barrel of the gun into the direction of his ribs. BANG! BANG BANG! He's bleeding and weakening. He will survive. I go. I need to get out. 4316A TUBE. I burst out of the station. Someone is waiting. She is not with Them, but she looks the part. She's an inside woman. She leads me to where I need to be. I thank her and go. I'm gone. Into the next tube. Gravity has a funny way here. I'm floating, nearly flying, running on the walls. There are others around me. They are not a threat. They are here to guide me. The end of the tube. It's very open, and goes downwards. I'm falling now. Down and forwards, very slowly. Floating. There are insanely beautiful plants all around me. The colours and leafs are too great to keep track of. It's as if I am sinking deeper into an ocean. I brush the leaf of one of the aquatic-like plants. The entire organism explodes into a symphony of harmonies, one note playing and a colourful light flashing each time one leaf touches the next. I flick the next one. It does the same. The song is new, the shape and colours unique, but it harmonizes with the last one so perfectly. This continues the whole way down. I make it. A am safe. I have arrived. I am a Rebel.
