Jacob lay back on his bed, starring up at the ceiling. He soon got up knowing he needed to do something before he would start punching holes into the walls. He went to the training room grabbed a punching bag and hooked it up. Letting out all the anger and frustration into it, soon he was breathing hard but he didn't stop "why is my life so screwed up!" He only yelled it once while he was punching.

He didn't want to be in this life anymore he wanted nothing of it, he didn't care if he would die by robots hands all he wanted was to be out of this life out of the war out of everything that he would consider his life here.