There were no sounds to disrupt his dreams. Trevor was sleeping but his mind was never standing still, not even while his body was relaxed. His thoughts, so vivid in color, were taking him to places he's been wanting to visit for years. Ever since the incident, dreams were his only way of escaping the nightmare or being awake. His fight was still going on strong even though his body was not so cooperative anymore. There were other ways. There were other means of influencing what was left of normal people on this planet. They all needed to be educated. They all needed to realize the truth. Gravity Fighters had to be exterminated before it was too late.

Being a sergeant had its benefits. He was allowed extra food portions and people treated him with a decent amount of respect. Some of them were faking it but he was ok with it. There is no need for honesty, only obedience. People needed to fear him not love him but once in a blue moon came a feeling of loneliness. He would discard it immediately. Soldiers do not need company.

Trevor had a purpose ever since his father was killed by a Gravity Fighter in the Fifth Truth War. It was traumatic to see his father's body being dropped from the sky and hear his final screams before his body hit the ground and painted it red. Trevor did not cry. Boys are not allowed to do that. He knew his tears would indicate emotion and that was long ago forbidden among the Ground Walkers. He just came up to his father's body, smiled, and recited Their words:

He was dreaming about it and enjoying his victories not being aware that somebody was watching. Somebody was always watching, taking notes, and monitoring his every move. In this harsh environment, that somebody needed to keep him safe and needed to keep him alive for there are big plans for this Ground Walker and a great future before him if he was willing to accept the responsibility that would soon be put in front of him. Picking the perfect moment was crucial and the time had come to put the plan into motion.

Trevor opened his mouth in horror when his brain realized that he woke up in mid-air above his bed. He froze and started trembling. How is this possible? he thought to himself. Ground Walkers were breeding Ground Walkers and Gravity Fighters were breeding Gravity Fighters. He was not supposed to have Their bones, something must have gone terribly wrong at the Facility when he was created. He had to think fast and get back to the ground before anyone notices. They would put him in the vacuum cubes just like the rest of the flying monsters. There was nothing worse that he could imagine than being at the same place as them and not being able to do anything. A single drop of sweat rolled from his forehead and fell on the mattress. It all happened in a couple of seconds.

Focusing came naturally to him. At the impact moment, his mind saw clearly and became aware of the force that pulled that drop down. He once again felt the gravity and crashed. It was like his observation of that drop falling made him normal again, made him himself again. He quickly got up and pushed the blue button on the wall. The bed immediately started changing its form. Electrons in the room rearranged themselves producing a buzzing low-frequency sound and what once was a bedroom now had a coffee table, big corner sofa next to the shells, and a picture with Their motto on the wall. That daily setting calmed him down a bit but not nearly enough. He was still frightened and confused. He was still puzzled by what had just happened and not ready to think about it especially with the headache starting. Headaches were cured two centuries ago, how was it possible that he was experiencing it?

She was sitting with her legs crossed and floating a couple of feet in the air above the white furry carpet that Trevor got as a present for his ten-year service. To his surprise, she slowly uncrossed her legs and lowered them until her feet had touched the floor. She was now standing opposite of him, smiling at him and enjoying his confusion.