1 You wake up.

*GASP*

I suddenly awake, sitting up rigidly as sweat rolls down my back. I look out the window, only to see a few rays of the sun peaking out, indicating that it is early dawn. I sigh in relief. 'It was just a nightmare.' The cold, emotionless voice tells me otherwise. [Rebooting... loading... transferring information...Loading completed. WELCOME TO SUMMONER SYSTEM]

'...Why? WHY IS KARMA OUT TO GET ME?!' I take sometime to calm myself down. 'Perhaps this is just another nightmare' I pinch myself. 'NOPE, DEFINITELY NOT A NIGHTMARE, CRUDE, THAT SMARTS!' I wince in pain, luckily it was brief. Then, the memories come rushing back. They are... weird. They are mine, yet not. They seem so familiar, although they are not mine. I take a few minutes to sort them and to review it all. So apparently the owner of these memories are named... Jack? Weird name.

Anyhow, he is a slum dweller. Lives in a place of violence, bloodshed, gore, etc. And- OH MY GOSH, HE HAD TO SUFFER THROUGH THAT?! Um... I didn't need to see that. No... what age is he, 12? No matter, no one should suffer through that. Except those people, they could jump on a sword, and I wouldn't care less. Actually, scratch that, I would be celebrating.

So anyhow, he lives in a world called EAR. Or OTH. I don't know how to pronounce that. Oh, it's spelled E A R T H. Huh, weird name. Anyhow they live in a world called E A R T H. It is a perfect world, with metal servants that never complain, or barely need anything. When they do, it cost little.(Author here, this is future earth, where robots are mass-produced, and metal is made by 3d printers, so it is relatively cheap) Or at least, that's what it looks like on the outside. Nothing is perfect. That includes E A R T H.

There are rules keeping civilians in check, however, as their saying goes, "Rules are meant to be broken." This was no different. There are still murderers, psychos, , the like. Humans are monsters deep within, just waiting to come out when provoked. The slums are where the monsters thrive. He was born there, lived there. Surprisingly, he didn't die to the violence, he died to an unknown illness that no one knew he had. An anti-climatic end if you ask me.

Before I could continue however, a servant quietly opens the door with a fearful look on his face, probably to wake me up, only to notice I was already awake. Was I really that scary? I mean sure, I was known to snap, but really? The servant still had the scared face on, however, it was more... subdued? He said, " Master, your father awaits you. It is about... yesterday." Ah, crude. I was hoping he would forget.