I opened my eyes slowly. Hunger gnawed at my stomach. I was on an incredibly soft couch. Oddly enough, I couldn’t recall ever being so comfortable. However, the comfort didn’t last. The door in front of me opened with a creak, and a ragged man stepped through it.
“Welcome back, my friend.” he said. I stared at him for a moment. Questions filled my mind.
“What is this place?” I asked.
“You are in the hands of the Rebels. We are fighting against the Institute, and judging by the way you were running, it is quite obvious you are not with them. Plenty of us have lost our families and loved ones to the Institute, and we have many reasons to torch the government. You escaped the Institute, which means you are a fighter, among other things. Do you remember how to get in?” The man sat there and stared at me with undaunting, hopeful eyes. I remembered the gate. I remembered the combination. 2-1-8-7.
“Yeah, I can get you in,” I replied confidently.
The man smiled. “Then come with me, my friend. Welcome to the Rebel Headquarters.”
Two Months Later...
“Alek.” A voice commanded, suddenly pulling me from whatever thoughts I had.
“Yes sir?” I asked respectfully as I stood up, arms folding behind my back automatically as a soldier would.
“It’s time, my friend, for you to infiltrate your former home and put an end to our technological overlords.” The ragged man said with his always dreamy stare into the distance.
“Sir?” “You know we’ve been preparing for months, my friend. You also know that the Institute's always been a prime target and they have taken precautions to prevent a revolt.”
“Yes sir.” I replied, always remembering to be respectful to that knowledgeable man. “But who will go in and put an end to the Institute’s tyranny?”
His dreamy stare suddenly broke for the first time and a distinct frown took over his usual smile. With a heavy sigh, he gazed directly into my eyes as he whispered, “You will, my friend.” He placed a small object in my hand. “This will terminate all Ryborgs. Plug it into the control screen, and your mission will be completed. Good luck.”
I headed up to the forsaken gate that I had escaped from so long ago. I never thought I would ever have to return to the Institute. Looking to my left, I noticed a guard tower, which was used to open the gate, no doubt. I opened the door and sat down at the terminal.
“Password” a mechanical voice asked. I reached for the keyboard and entered the only numbers I knew. 2-1-8-7. The gate opened with a creak. With a rush of relief, I ran through the gate and into government territory. We would enter the building through a side door, as entering through the main entrance would be suicide. I headed for it, unlocking the door with the same digits from the gate. They should really consider different passwords, I thought with a chuckle.
Darkness lingered in the room, even as the lights automatically turned on when I walked in. I saw a large filing cabinet, and I decided to look for any information I could use to break into the control room. As my fingers shuffled through the stack of folders, my breath hitched as I saw my name, “Alek Talib,” staring back at me. My heart started to pound as I opened the file. I read the words, “Access Granted,” and I realized I could potentially access the control room. I turned to a large metal door beside the cabinet, the entrance to the control room, and the moment I touched the handle, I heard the voice say, “fingerprint matched,” and the door opened.