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It has been many years since all the wars ended, but America is still the super power and has more technology than they need. They took this power to their heads and now are trying to brainwash all the younger generations, but they can't do it with any child under the age of twelve. This gave a window for the children that were smart to band together and try to break down the system. But, with a cost. They all had to fake their own deaths and couldn't tell anyone outside the Rise about them being alive.

Zoe was looking over the blue prints for the white house, trying to figure where they could have put the brainwashing machines but nothing worked. "This is hopeless!" She yelled, clearly annoyed with this. She had gotten to power where she was able to look at all the blue prints and figure out everything, she planned stuff and was a very important part of the brains of the Rise. She sighed, running a hand through her hair. She cut it shorter to find from her family and wore a black baggy jacket, making everyone believe she was a guy, always going by Z. She never trusted anyone in this operation and didn't care to. "Of course they would put it somewhere else to hide it."

Adventurion stood there without emotion, without a mere thought, for he could not even think. His mind shut off, like the rest of his body, his generator had been starved of power, he was at the equivalent what would seem like brain-death. He realized with his last thought, that unless one was to take pity upon him, that he would remain like this, forever. He took what he would think of as a last breath, and gazed around the empty, white room. Adventurion knew not where he was, but he knew that he was somewhere very secret. He could see that the steel doors were jammed shut, and laser alarms flickered around the room. He also knew that he had been put on some sort of display, with signs that littered around his limbs, with some sort of crest around the platform he stood on, as if he was an artifact. Adventurion would laugh if he could, for to himself, he would probably be but a trinket.