I lay on the floor extremely puzzled. There were two men on top of me pinning me to the floor and I didn't know why.
"Let him up," said a scratchy voice coming from a woman.
The two men got off of me and I stood up, still confused as to what was going on. I see the lady with the scratchy voice. I think I know her. She is my friend.
"Tobias," another female voice says but I don't look around at her I was to busy sorting through my thoughts "Tobias!"
How does that girl know my name?
"He doesn't know you," the scratchy voice lady.
I see the girl in the corner. She is very small, very weak, and very fragile, as if you were to touch her and she would shatter. It looked like someone shot her in the shoulder because her shirt was blood soaked around there and she seemed to be in a lot of pain. I know this girl too. She is an enemy. I star towards her and clench her throat between my fists. She gives me a look of pure terror . . . good.
"The simulation manipulates him," my friend says "by altering what he sees-making him confuse enemy with friend."
What was she talking about I knew who the enemy was this girl in between my hands. One of the guards pulls me off of her. Why is he doing that? She is the enemy. I struggle against the guard but then the other one comes to help him.
"The advantage to this version of the simulation as that he can act independently, and therefor far more efficient than a mindless soldier," My friend informs the girl " send him to the control room. We'll want a sentient being there to monitor things and, as I understand it, he used to work there."
She presses her palms togeather. " And take her to B13."