At first there is darkness, cold, black, empty, flat just nothing.
Then the white comes, hot and sharp.
Slowly your eyes open, and the world appears.
A tangled spiders web of spindly shinning metal hands hangs over head.
You turn around and face the darkness sounding you, it's almost as if there is nothing beyond the light coming from above.
Reach out you try to rise, but feel the cold bite of steel clamps locking you down to the bed.
"Now now, don't be so haste my child, this is your birth day, your first birth day and you haven't had your peasants yet, have you my child?
There is much you must do, our enemy's are many and determined.
But fear not we will prevail."
The voice is sharp and monotone but reassuring to you as the darkness returns....
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You awaken in a different room, in a another bed.
This time you look around and find the cheap furnishing of a low budget hotel room.
There's a black leather trimmed attaché case on the dresser.
Entering the bath room you spend a minute getting used to your own appearance.
As your doing so i hits you that you need a name, mother didn't give you one maybe she wants you to chose one for your self.
Standing up right, start to you ready your self for the first mission, dressing in a plan black suit with a blood red tie.
"The man Ivan Danko must be eliminated, your supply are in the attaché case, i project he will remain in Los Angeles for the next 72 hour."
The details are almost meaningless as they flash by on your phone, what chance does one man stand against the future of intelligence?
So what you you going to call your self?
What do you look like?