Alex bobbed his head back and forth, groggily. Everything was just a misshapen blur. He tried to make since of thing but couldn't. The last thing he could remember was getting on the subway. Alex picked his head up and tried to focus his eyes. All he could see were blurry images of white. Then he saw it. It was a brown image in the corner. He thought it was a chair...a chair that could speak.

"It's about time you got up. You've been out for three hours." The blurry image walked closer and closer.

"Wh-h-h-ere a...m I?"

"I'll explain everything soon enough. It's best to wait for the drug to wear off. I want you to remember all of this tomorrow."

"Eh..h-h---" Alex's head hit the side of the pure white chair he was sitting in and he dozed off again.

More time passed and Alex showed no showed no sign of waking up. Two more hours passed until Alex raised his head again. This time, when he opened his eyes, he could make out everything. He was in a pure white room. He couldn't see where the room started or ended. It looked like he was in limbo. He thought he was dead.

"It's about damn time!" A voice from behind startled him. He would've jumped up, but he was tied to the chair, "It's been over five hours! I thought I was going to have to beat over the head with a bat to wake you up. Oh, sorry. Allow me to introduce myself. I am Lieutenant Kylene Jay of the CSC Military."

Alex was taking a long, hard look at her. He knew he had seen her before, then it all came rushing back to him. "You're the girl on the subway!"

"Wow, impressive. You can remember things from 6 hours ago! Now, if you wouldn't interrupt me again, I'll explain why you are here. You're on the CSC Destroyer Lone Constellation. As you know, the Confederation is at war with the Earth Federation. CSC isn't in a favorably situation right now with a lack of pilots. Thus, we created Project Reality. It sent VR games all around the colonies to find up and coming pilots. This set data directly to Headquarters. We monitored the data for someone like you."

"Someone like me?"

"Yes, someone with natural mobile suit piloting skills. You will be trained in many subjects. Piloting, weapons, technology, stealth, and so much more."

"So you're turning me into some super spy/warrior/pilot?"

"If you want to say that, yes."

"But why?!"

"We are at war!"

"This is isn't my war!"

Jay got in his face and whispered in a low but menacing voice, "You are part of the CSC, the Earth Federation is after us! What do you think they are going to do after they conquer us? There true intent is to conquer the CSC!"

"You can't prove that!"

"Boy, you don't understand. At one point, you will, but no is not the time. I assure you we won't brain wash you, but you will work for us. And don't dare try to ever escape. We won't hesitate to terminate you."

"What about my family?"

"You're dead to them. Your funeral is scheduled in 1 month. Family, friends, and to the universe, you are dead."

Alex felt like crying, he probably did cry, he was just too confused to notice.

"You'll begin tomorrow. Just sit there and rest for awhile." Lieutenant Jay patted his head and walked out of the room and went to report to Colonel Horne.

"First Lieutenant Jay requesting permission to enter, sir"

"Permission granted."

"Sir, I briefed the boy."

"Good job, Lieutenant"

"Sir, not to question your orders, but should we really be doing this to a boy?"

"These aren't my orders. These are the Generals' orders. They voted on it."

"Even General Mystas?"

"No, he's the only one who has common sense on the whole damned committee!" Darien Horne angrily slammed his hand on his desk and went to the window, his long, blonde hair flowing behind him.

"The stars...so beautiful. That'll be all, Lieutenant."

"Thank you, Sir."

Kylene went to her quarters, angry of course. The Generals were throwing these kids lives in disarray just to win a war. General David Mystas was the only one with decency on the whole board. The only one who didn't distant himself from the war. The only one who still fought in it. Kylene was tired. It was a hard day for her. She lied on her bed, her brown her strewn across the bed. She closed her eyes and fell into a deep sleep.