Waterfalls || Yeonbin

chapter 1: interview

September 19, 1939, Bletchley Park, England

It's barely been weeks since the declaration of war has been declared. Nazi Germany has made the decision to invade Poland, and, as their allies, we and France must react. It's a pact that was made after the Great War, Poland only having been a true country since then, so they barely have a military to fight back. It was part of the German Empire, but it has since been put into its own country following the victory alongside the allied forces. The Americans swooped in at the correct time, I suppose. Really helped us win the war, but I was merely a child at the time, and still am.

The war has shocked many, but I had seen it coming from miles away. As soon as Hitler took control of Germany, incorrectly using the power of the constitution to become a dictator, I knew it was going to be headed in the wrong direction. He's supposed to use that title in the country's time of need in order to suppress a crisis, but instead, he has caused one.

His ideal prominent Aryan race is incredibly ridiculous, if you were to ask me. There is no superior race in the world, it simply doesn't exist. It's quite silly when you think about it, really. He himself isn't even Aryan! For he is with Austrian blood! Brown hair and brown eyes opposed to his "superior" blonde hair and blue eyes. The entirety of his essay was rubbish as soon as I read the first paragraph. When he watched the incredible Jesse Owens win four gold medals back in thirty-six, it diminished his idea of a superior Aryan race.

But now, I guess we cannot laugh anymore at his idiocy, for it has become a reality that we are facing in the present.

I received a letter last week, asking to come to the military base at Bletchley Park. Why would they ask me to come here of all people? I understand that my IQ is respectfully high and my degrees in mathematics are nowhere short of remarkable... But why me? We are fighting a war, aren't we?

I tipped the driver as I exited the car, noticing the lack of ironing on his suit. Must come from a poor household, so I might as well give him an extra pound, I suppose. That is the correct thing to do, yes? I mean, I've never fully understood the human emotion. People say one thing and expect the opposite. They say to leave them be when all they want is for you to be there. I don't understand it, and I never have. I'm just observant of the physical, like the ironing of the driver's suit, for example.

I wrapped the strap of my bag over my shoulder, placing my left arm over it to securely hold it in place. It does contain very vital papers. At least, that's what I think. My notebook might be my most prized possession. Though it may seem bland when you just look at the cover, the innards are truly remarkable in the ways of a new theory I'm trying to develop; artificial intelligence. The idea that a computer could learn like a human being in order to become smarter the longer it lives.

There were military personnel everywhere, making me a bit timid as I felt small under their stares. I bowed to the two guards at the front entrance, thinking I could simply walk inside, but I was quickly stopped. The one on the left grabbed my arm, pulling me back, "We need to see your papers."

I cleared my throat, his grip loosening on my upper arm once I came back his way, "Yes, sir..." I replied, opening my bag in order to find my identification papers. I also grabbed the letter I was sent, bringing it just in case I needed it to prove I was supposed to be here. I frantically handed everything to the guard, who still had a stern gaze on me, watching my every move, "Soobin Choi, sir. I was sent a letter from—"

He held a hand up, telling me to stop talking as he read over my papers. I instantly shut my mouth, hearing clicking footsteps approach me from the rear. I looked over my shoulder, seeing the guard from the right side coming closer to me, chest puffed out to appear more dominant, "Your bag, please."