[center][h2][color=ed1c24]Alexander Anderson[/color][/h2][/center]

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Alexander loved Saturdays. It was one of two days in a week where he could sleep in. As it was he was currently snuggled under the covers, fast asleep with his blanket wrapped around his entire body save for his head poking out from the top of the giant burrito. Eventually he drifted awake and untangled himself from his blanket as he shook off the shackles of sleep and reluctantly dragged himself out of bed. Alexander was not a morning person, not by any standard. He opened his wardrobe to try and find something to wear today but to his surprise it had been completely cleaned out save for what looked like a college uniform he couldn’t recall buying.

It turned out that wasn’t the only surprise he’d get today. When he tried on the clothes they had fitted him perfectly. What’s more they appeared to be stab proof as the kitchen knife he’d stabbed into the chest of the shirt before putting it on rattled like he’d just hit a brick wall rather than... whatever the hell this thing was made of. He looked it over in the mirror as he tried it on. They fit his style near perfectly. A pair of black pants that were the slightest bit baggy so as to not restrict movement when aiming a high kick, a matching black shirt and hoodie that despite being thin like the ones he usually wore, felt much warmer than his other hoodies did. Of course the outfit included short socks and fresh underwear as well as a pair of black shoes that despite being incredibly light, felt solid and grippy just how he liked them.

Alexander’s next surprise was when he noticed a tablet sitting on his bedside table that he knew wasn’t his. He never owned a tablet. Nonetheless he picked it up and noticed the word “Greetings” displayed on the now pulsing screen. He pressed the “get started” button and suddenly he felt his finger get pricked which caused him to let out a couple of colourful curses. The screen now showed a little A.I interface bubble with a sound wave cutting through the middle. The voice of the A.I told him that it was from the “university of enlightenment” and that he was the subject of an experiment and that he would be leaving everything behind to head for campus grounds and that he was to head for a nearby airport by 2:00pm. It gave him further instruction on what to do when he arrived at the airport before shutting off. Alexander checked the clock on his wall which told him he had about 2 hours to get there, easy enough.

He headed downstairs where his last surprise at home awaited him: not the fact that his parents were gone but rather the plate of bacon that had been left for him on the dining table. His parents never cared enough to make him breakfast let alone his favourite food. Still, it would be a shame to let it go to waste and he grabbed it on his way out the front door.

Around an hour and a half later he finally arrived at the airport. He went up to the ticket desk as asked and spoke to the receptionist, he couldn’t believe he was about to say this out loud. [color=ed1c24]”I’ve been told you have a ticket for Alexander Anderson. Destination: Enlightenment?”[/color] saying that made him feel like an idiot but sure enough he got his ticket and within minutes he was through all the security sitting in a first class seat. He’d sat up near the back of the plane but was told by the flight attendant that his ticket was for first class. He looked around the plane on his way in but it appeared he was alone for the time being. The plane took off and Anderson looked forward to what was to come, not like he was leaving much behind for it.