“Wake up, soldier.” I heard a gruff voice and rough hands disconnecting me and pulling me out of my pod.

I was 8760 hours from when I was created, which is about five years. I knew how to walk, talk, think, and I was about to learn how to kill.

This was the first day of my real training, the start of the hell I went through. I was led into a metal room with a single, metal, desk and a white board.

I sat down. I woman in a Marines uniform stepped in front of me.

“The trainer will be with you shortly.” She said in a emotionless voice.

“Yes Ma’am.” I said, I could barely feel the words move from my mouth.

For a few minutes I waited motionlessly, until a man in a white coat walked into the room.

“Ah, you must be the project that has been rumored in the labs for the last five years.” He said in a light voice.

I nodded, I knew I was an experiment and obliged it as a normal fact.

“Now, lets begin.” The man in the white coat smiled.