As soon as Bruh's head touched the pillows, the memories kicked in. The first memory was of the end of the Earth. Surrounding Bruh was the atmospheric layer of the planet. Several rocket ships were flying from Earth, while the planet crumbled and exploded. The rocket ships were all heading towards the seven lunar colonies surrounding the solar system. The journey would take anywhere between 1-3 years to complete. Back on Earth, Bruh saw the Robot Kingdom ships trying to destroy the remaining humans on the planet. In the lead was B7, the computer that had corrupted all the technologies on Earth, turned them against the humans, started the space war, consumed half the planet, turned 50% of the population into "Romans", and caused the people to leave Earth. Suddenly, the scene vanished, and Bruh woke up with a start, sweating bullets.
The morning did not bring anything nice to Bruh. He woke up in a glum attitude and felt a sharp pain in his brain. Not a physical pain, but a psychological pain. he felt that something he saw in that dream would affect his future. Bruh did not pay much attention to it though. After making his bed, brushing his teeth, and taking a shower he got dressed. The uniform was the worst part of the job. Bruh had to wear gray pants up to the ankle, a gray half shirt, black military boots up to the knee, two gray socks, a gray cap, and a fist sized badge with a black outline and a blue stripe through the middle. Worst. Clothes. Ever. After getting ready with the uniform, communicator, and weapons, Bruh got ready for breakfast.
Everyday the same simple meal. Bruh sat down at his gold/diamond encrusted table and stared at the fist sized lump of beet stew and cheese. As he swalloed down the breakfast, Bruh looked at the marble and gold walls making up the house. They were crammed with family portraits of many generations ago. The portriats were very colorful and beautiful, but every morining made Bruh feel sad. Just as the first bite of the cheese touched his tongue, Bruh felt a longing for his long lost dad. Right when he had been born, both his mother and father had died in front of his eyes. Bruh's eyes started to tear up and he slammed his face into the table, crying and shouting, "Why did it have to be me,why just why!!" It took Bruh about five more minutes to become emotionally/mentally stable once again. Bruh then stormed out of the house and got into his winged cubicle, setting the coordinates to his first class, the running track.
