The Future

"I see a red door and I want it painted black

No colors anymore, I want them to turn black, I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes, I have to turn my head until my darkness goes."

-Rolling stones, Paint it black.

-Small Cumulus Orbit-

We walk into a command ship in a very big chamber, gun pointing at our arrival. Our gauntlet was scanned one by one to check the authentication of our identity. We were separated by security access level, the low level will be placed in a worker and supporting team briefing room. The mid level like our team will be placed in a mission team briefing room, and the top level clearance will go directly to the mission control to get a mission for the mid level team.

"Please sit down or stand as you please, the briefing is about this set of rules!" Mission leader.

A sudden jolt was accepted by all in the room through the neural link, the rules was sent to our head.

"Any questions about it?" Mission leader.