[H1][color=yellow][center]Michael Thomas
Island Prison, Some where in the Atlantic[/center][/color][/h1]

"I'm the fuckin man, y'all don't get it do you..." Michael had just started rapping along to the lyrics of The Motto by Drake. It was one of the big hits this year, but unfortunately Skype started beeping with an incoming video call. He sighed at the tone and contemplated if he really wanted to answer. Then again, what else would he do. The music was not going anywhere, and with his situation it seemed he would not be going anywhere either. 

Michael never would have thought Quantum would think of isolating him on an island. It seemed nice at first: three meals a day, no one to bother him, great Internet speed, a beach, and a great view of the ocean. Even the solitude was nice at first. After several hours of this bliss, he realized what kind of hell Quantum had tailored for him. There was no people, barely any wildlife, the food tasted like shit, the internet would lose connection from time to time, and he had to talk to a Quantum appointed Evo Division representative every few days or whenever they called him. Michael was not exactly sure why they gave the effort, but he guessed that it was to keep him sane. He sat in the only seat they had given him with what he referred to as his "island prison starter kit" that included the generator he had to keep running, a small wooden desk, and his laptop. It was a decent lawn chair, but he was sure he'd break it one of these days. It was tides like these where he regretted a lot of things. Being born an evo and breaking out of his previous containment were two of the things that came to his mind the most.

Michael curled his bare feet in the soft sand before answering the call. He sighed as he saw the same woman's face he had seen for days. Veronica Fields. At first he refused to answer he calls, but then they stopped doing air drops. A guy has to eat, so he would answer and not talk, at least until she threatened to make the air drops stop after his second time playing mute.

"Hey." Michael said unenthused. The woman on the screen couldn't have been no more than ten years older than he was and always dressed in business clothing.

"Good afternoon, Michael." Veronica said kindly. She was always like this at first. Michael never liked it and felt like she was just trying to butter him up. Then again, he could not figure a reason why she would do that. Maybe this isolation was getting to him.

"Back at ya. So what's the topic for today?" Michael asked, being a smart alec. Veronica always seemed to have something specific to ask about. The first time it was his reason for attempting escape, and after that was his reason for abusing his ability at his college.

"Topic? Well since you put it that way. Today we're going to talk about your opinion." She said with a smirk. Her green eyes pierced, showing he interested in what he might say.

"On?" He asked with curiosity. Now both their interests were peaked. He hated not knowing something. He absolutely hated it. If she were there in person he could make her bend over backwards while reciting the alphabet backwards, but he had no such power and he knew she loved that he yearned for it. With no one around she knew how pathetic he felt.

"Well I just want to know how you feel..." She was doing it again. "About Evos. I know it seems vague, but I want your open ended opinion." She said as she kept her smile up.

"Evos... I guess that's actually a great topic for today. I think you'll like it." Michael said as he smiled back.