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Chapter 1

                My name was Jeremey. I was part of the Reboot Project put together by the republic. That was all I knew. I was a student at the University of Blueberry. It was hard to classify ourselves as students. We were forced to stay on campus. We couldn’t leave even if we wanted to. It was a school of all boys, the girls school was located 58 miles west of ours. I was one of a good hundred students. I was virtually alone. I had no family or friends. I was in all cases considered an outcast by everyone in the University.

                The world was divided into four colonies, two halves below the equator and two halves above. I was located in the first colony. The year was 2694. The planet was recently ravaged by The Great World War. Every country in the four colonies fought. The war started when the countries decided they all deserved more power. To resolve the conflict the republic decided to split the planet up into four different portions. The war left the world almost completely destroyed. I had turned 16 on the day the war ended, my birthday wasn’t really celebrated. I sat alone and sang happy birthday to myself. Luckily I still got an extra desert at dinner.

                We were allowed no contact with the world outside of the university. The only connection to the world was the televisions they gave all the rooms. The channels were limited, only stupid educational stuff but we were allowed to watch cartoons on Saturday. I was lucky enough to have my own room so I didn’t have anyone to fight with over the TV. That was probably a result of my poor test scores. I was no doubt the dumbest kid in the school. I wouldn’t consider myself stupid, I know a considerable amount of knowledge I’m just not as smart as the other kids.

                Most of the kids here were about my age, there were a few minors but I rarely paid attention to them. It was funny to think that I had been here for 16 years; at least I thought I had been. I had no memory of anything else besides this place. But neither did anyone else who was here. According to the people who run this place the University has been around sense the 21^st century. Anyone who walked into the school would believe them, it was filled with old tech, including doors that you had to open and close yourself and no moving floors.

                The University had plenty of space to run around considering the walls surrounding the place enclosed 30 acres. There was a gym, a pool and a playground outside for the younger kids. The science and English department were the largest wings in the school. There was a gigantic library in the south hall that held over 30,000 books. The science lab was as big as a football field. The school was almost perfect except for the faculty.

                Many of the people who worked here were old and agitated by the world around them. Anything would set them off, from running in the halls to just talking to loudly while in your room. It got on most of the students nerves. I especially remember a time where one kid accidentally stepped on one of the faculty members shoes, he was put in solitary confinement for about two weeks. When he got out he was a mess, he couldn’t speak straight and he could barely walk. No one really knew anything about solitary because after a person has been in there they would never speak of it. I guess there to scared to relive the experience.

                I’ve never gotten in trouble, probably because I only left my room for three things, classes, food, and the bathroom. I never really saw the need to socialize in this place, most of the time I would lay in bed and think to myself. My room was pretty boring; it looked a lot like a closet. It was pretty small, only my bed, a TV, and a desk decorated it. There was a clock and a calendar on the wall. Most people had magazine clippings on there walls or pictures they’ve cut out of books. Not me, I didn’t really like to decorate, I liked to keep things plain and simple.

                Most of my life was spent alone, I had a friend for a time a few years ago, but then other people stated making fun of him for hanging out with the outcast so he decided he didn’t wanna be my friend anymore. I still see him around sometimes but we never look each other in the eye. I think I would probably be better off out in the world and not in this place.