You are all soldiers, now fight for me, for future generations, and for liberty!” I bag had covered my face and an uproar of cheering and shouting began, while handcuffs were added to my hands and twisted tight. They then ejected a needle so intimidating and sharp that I could feel its presence even before I felt it. I woke up in a cell, I presumed it was a jail cell, and the color gray was prominent. Looking around twice, gray stone was the only color in the lonely room, except for the ceiling, that was black. I knew nothing of the outward world since I had no human contact since the day I gave my speech. The food was dropped down from a tunnel in the ceiling in the middle of a glass panel around it, which was probably an observation room for the commanders. Once a month, they drop a ribbon that exhibited the