You wake up with a start and hit your head on something solid. It hurts like hell for a few seconds. Where ever you are is pitch black and it takes you a few seconds to get your bearings. You are lying down in some kind of small box. Your hands and feet are bound. A thought enters your head that you struggle to push away. Is this a coffin? are you buried alive? You start to panic and struggle inside your supposed tomb but to no avail. Eventually you stop struggling and begin sobbing to yourself.
You think you hear some noise. It sounds like talking but it is muffled. You shout out in a panic "Help! I am alive. Don't bury me. I have credits and power. We can make a deal!"
Light suddenly fills the container as the lid is lifted. A Synth is staring at you with a smirk on its face. "That is the correct attitude President Honour. We do indeed have a deal to make. The stakes however are much higher than human currency or the illusion of your power"
It lifts you out of your prison and onto your feet. You find yourself in the storage bay of some kind of shuttle. The Synth removes the bindings on your hands and feet. "I am sorry about the bindings President Honour. We had to smuggle you through Sky Grid Security and did not want you to wake up and ruin our cover". The Synth still has that same smug smirk on its face.
You slowly begin realising what is happening. The last thing you remember is that a security guard pulled a weapon on you. The blood slowly drains from your face. You have been captured by the Sanctum. Cowardice is a natural instinct to you. You became president because of your ruthless ability to back stab, back chat and generally manipulate everyone around you. You were power hungry and did not consider the consequences. Now you do. Now you are being taken to the enemy to be tortured and mutilated. You feel a warmth grow around your crotch area. It slowly starts to spread down your right leg.
You swallow and stand up straight. You look the Synth directly in the eye "I will do anything you want. Just don't torture me." your voice is breaks at the end of the sentence and you begin sobbing again.
The Synth looks confused, "Torture you? no I do not think you understand. We are going to try to save you"
A relief washes over you. "Thank the heavens" you bend over with your hands on your knees breathing deeply. After a few minutes you regain your composure. "What do you mean try to save me?"
"I mean we going to try to save human kind. We are going to the Sanctum. You are going to represent humanity in a trial for your species right to exist" it replies with a serious expression.
It takes you a second to process what the Synth is saying. You can only focus on one thing from that sentence. You are going to the Sanctum!
You begin to panic again. You turn and try to run. You foot catches something and you fall hitting your head on something hard. Your head starts to spin and you begin to feel woozy. The last thing you hear before falling into unconsciousness is a female voice over a speaker system "We are approaching Sanctum. Buckle up. Things are about to get interesting"
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