Freebird

I laid there on a pretty poor excuse for a bed, a reinforced plastic bed affixed to the wall with hinges and held up on the other side by two chains.  attached to the wall. It’s more the sort of thing you would change a baby on. The rest of the room was equally as uncomfortable. A plastic antique chair, and a table also held up by hinges and a chain that doubled as a window cover when lifted up. The room certainly wasn’t designed for comfort, it looked more like a prison than a trainee pilot’s room. The edges on everything were sharp and pointed, and the air had both a chill and a stale smell. My head itched from the implants, my arms and legs were bruised. I could understand the neural interface they had installed in my brain; the technology allowed me to feel through my planes sensors, allowed me to interact with the onboard AI and allowed me to fly the plane with the grace and elegance of a bird.

just then I looked up as two short robed people entered the room, one slightly taller than the other. The two people looked like looked like monks in their maroon habits. The robes looked out of place in the bleak, dilapidated environment.  they told me to get dressed and meet them outside in 15 minutes. The robed people were hard to tell apart, they spoke with scandinavian accents, very monotone and without much expression. One appeared to be a man and the other a women.