I was stuck in the room for two weeks before everything went crazy. Every day, it was the same thing. Wake up, eat a calculated diet, get instruction from an automatic teaching service, eat, then train with weapons and exercise. After that, it would be shower time and about an hour of free time to do whatever I wanted. Then I would eat again. This was my life for the last two weeks, and I was getting pretty sick of seeing this one room. I hadn't talked to anyone else either since Aria and Jacob dumped me in here, so I craved some human interaction. I was just getting to my education section of the day when there was a loud crash. The radio turned on, and my head perked up, waiting for Jacob or Aria to say something. But there was nothing. More loud crashes, and suddenly, the wall opened to reveal a ladder. I ran to the ladder and started climbing up before it shut again. 

"Excuse me." An unfamiliar, panicked voice said through one of the speakers in the narrow tube the ladder was connected to. "I didn't mean to press that button. Can you go back inside? I wasn't supposed to let you out—ah!" 

More loud crashes. The wall below me opened up again, telling me to go back inside the room, but I ignored it.

"What's going on up there?" I demanded. 

The voice didn't answer, and I just kept climbing. My hands started to get sweaty and my muscles started to burn when I saw a hole at above me. I pushed myself to keep going a bit more and reached the top. I threw myself on the ground, panting. I looked around, trying to get a hold of my situation. I was sitting on the floor of some kind of control room. There was a metal table with about six laptops scattered across its surface in the middle of the room. Some of the laptops were still open, sporting colorful backgrounds. Wires ran everywhere. The sides of the room were lined with bigger machines, like a larger and more fancy version of a computer with giant keyboards. 

I recovered from my climb and started exploring the room, examining the computers. I had always been fascinated by technology. It amazed me that a little box of wires and metal could do so much and that we depended on it so much. At least, we did at school. Part of my fascination stemmed from not being able to interact with it much. I've never seen much of this stuff except for at school, where we used it for educational purposes. My family couldn't afford to buy this stuff and when I brought it up to my dad wistfully, he would yell at me, asking why I needed a robotic brain when I had my own in my skull. "Or maybe you don't have one and that's why you're asking for one, huh?" He would ask. I shook my head to clear away all those thoughts and turned to find the exit for the room. I still hadn't seen anyone, and it was clear something was going on. I needed to find someone fast. I finally located the doorway when a figure burst into the room. And guess what he had in his hand? A gun. And he was pointing it right at me.