[h1]Tony Hart - Techno[/h1]

Unconsciousness was an unmoving and silent place. There were no thoughts or dreams, there was just inescapable darkness. Inside of his mind, Tony fought for freedom. What he was feeling was something akin to swimming in molasses. Everything was slow and hard to move through. Just like he was actually swimming, he wished to reach the surface. To wake up. There was a mental struggle, his mind finally awakening. Eyes fluttered, muscles twitched. Tony rose from his drugged state like a zombie. A small groan rose from his throat as he swung himself from a horizontal position to sitting. His head pounded, as if the headache was driving a nail into his forehead in an attempt to split his skull in half. His tongue felt cottony and too thick for his mouth. He may have been awake, but he felt like the living dead.

Drowsy eyes shifted around the shuttle as it sped towards its destination, Herculean academy. The teenager glanced down at his body, making sure he had everything on his person that he did before he was drugged. Even though he was a returning student, they drugged him every year. Same shit, different day. That day Tony wore black vans, grey pants, a black shirt with a white hoodie on top, and a black hat to hide his wild brown hair. Thankfully his various gadgets were still intact and functioning. Fully cognizant at this point, he sighed and stretched, muscles bunched and relaxed.  Most of the students would wake up and be confused or scared, but Tony was what you could consider a "veteran." Speaking of the other students, some in his tram were beginning to wake up. The teen would give them a serious stars and say, "rise and shine newbies. We're almost there." He enjoyed messing with them a little, and wouldn't disclose any information until they arrived. That's what the teachers were there for anyways. 

Instead of speaking more, he took out an electronic device that resembled a smart phone. He tapped the screen and a hologram projected above it. Tony then proceeded to interact with it, seeming to be engrossed in it. He had hacked into the information storage of Herculean Academy to access all of the information on all of the new students. There were some perks of being able to hack into any electronic. Hart was able to memorize all of this information displayed on his device just by looking at it, as he possessed what people would call a "photographic memory." The information was not extensive: only showing their names and abilities. After Techno had digested this information, he would put away the device and sit back in his seat and close his eyes. With his headache ebbing away, and his tongue regaining its normal feeling, he almost felt okay. Oh, the price of being a Hero.