I've always been into sciences and math, but my family has always wanted me to be in racing. I didn't like it at first but come to find out I was pretty good at it. I won almost all my races.my last race was different. On the final 17 laps of a neck and neck race with my long-time runner up when a white beam came down on me, then I'm in a chrome room surround by what looks like men in white coats. I try to speak, but nothing comes out, I try to move, and all I feel is pain. I give up after a short attempt to escape for the pain. I lay back down on the table and start to listen to them communicate. It sounds like gibberish. Then a taller man walks in. He is in a different outfit than the rest of them. He is walking towards me, just looking at my racing gear. He nods his head in approval as they grab knives and scissors and start cutting.
