Open your phone and look at the last text message you received . Then use this in some way in your following piece .

Operation Reformat was a complete suicide, both mentally and physically. Being in charge of such an operation could make any of the most cold men go insane. I saw children cry over memories they've forgotten, teenagers punch through walls and only think of destruction, and adults that were n't even human anymore. Why were we undergoing these experiments? This was n't right, this was unethical to the bone. 
 
 `` But where are my parents?'' asked the little girl who looked up at me, her eyes started to fill with tears. I tried to look away, make up some excuse how she was going to make a difference to the future, how she was going to save the world! I said those lies a thousand times before, and each one only gets worse. She smiled, that smiled I've seen a thousand times, but all we were doing were creating monsters. Our goal was to completely rewire the DNA structure, delete all memories, and create a perfect soldier. A perfect killing machine. The pay was n't worth it anymore, I had to rebel. I had to stop this dehumanizing. I retired from the battlefield long ago, but I knew I had to regain my skills. 
 
 On my off time I started training, working out, and learning. Learning deeper the intricate work of the program. Who decided to give the program a go? Who was in charge of murdering the people when they were no longer of use? Who created the machine that could delete memories? I'll learn, I'll kill, and I'll destroy, but I ca n't do this alone, and I ca n't do this just being myself. I had to undergo the experiment. There was a rumor when I started that the previous head master went mad, that should have been a warning in itself, but doing so they forced him into the program and wiped him clean into a monster. 
 
 I sent a message to a friend of mine, a rebel fighter in the underground ring of Pandora. I told him all the information of what was going on, I leaked everything I knew, and in the end I told him it was time for change, time for freedom. He was to send me a message three days from now in an encrypted e-mail in a matter of convincing me to join. After the conversation I ran out of the room and told everyone I was done, we were destroying the operation. This is n't how it was supposed to be. 
 
 Within minutes, two guards, guards that I helped create grabbed me and threw me into the experiment chain. I felt pain, immense pain, I do n't know how these children were able to handle it. You could feel the very fibers of your atoms, your DNA totally being restructured, twisting and contorting. Then before I knew, my memories were wiped clean. 
 
 I awoke in the quarters, the other kids there seemed younger than me, I do n't know how I got here actually, or what we're doing. The kids said they were chosen by Valhalla to be their hands. They were convincing, maybe they were right, we were doing the right thing. Why else would we be here? 
 
 I received the email on my dashboard as I read it. At first I was appalled of the information, this was n't true. I was happy with who I was! I deleted it. The next day the message appeared again. It continued to repeat each day til I knew it was right, and then I saw the signature. Dr. Nathan Blair, speak the words `` Reformat Emergence Protocol 23A''. The words sent a surge of memories down my head, as I held it as though it was about to explode. The pain subsided after a few minutes, and I remembered, I remembered what I had to do. 
 
 `` Vladimir?'' I asked over the encrypted cellphone call `` I'm ready.'' 
 
 **'' Sweet! It'll be good to fight side by side together again,'' ** he responded, and in that moment I heard the magnificent works of the bombs exploding in the distance. The alarms went off, Valhalla was being attacked by the rebels, it was the time for change, and I shall lead. As I went over the microphone I spoke the words `` Reformat Emergence Protocol 23A'' and saw the whole building go into a standstill. 
 
 We will win this war. Human emotion shall survive.
