[ WP ] You are in the future , where the most elite fps gamers are being recruited by the army to fight in wars , which are fought by these gamers remotely controlling automaton soldiers in a real life fps war .

The visor with a hiss slid down onto my head and I entered the war zone. I was the top 500 in WarZon3 a virtual rendition of the battle that I just entered which ended up being a test from the US military to recruit soldiers to fight in the oil war. Humanity had evolved to such an extent that we were capable of developing fully fledged automatons yet we were still aeons out from true sentient AI. The problem with this they said was that the better the robot, the more complex it is to control. They chose us, because we had the reflexes required to operate them on the battlefield. 
 
 I was the average gamer I got by in school, kept my head down and when I got home I'd play till the wee hours of the morning. A couple weeks after the first competitive season they came for me. Armed, I had no choice. From the second I saw the ebony black SUV with its Black tinted, bulletproof windows I knew that this was the real deal. The ride was a dizzy blur from behind a partially transparent blindfold. For hours I was imprisoned in a frost white room with nothing in it except for a controller and a screen. I was forced to stand in front of general's and play a video game for hours on end. I almost felt sorry for them; most of the military was made redundant by the program that I had become a part of brave heroes no-longer fighting on the battlefield for our country. 
 
 Here I was now in control of an AK-567 bot dubbed spartan. It was a 52 ton goliath armed to the teeth with an artillery cannon, explosive ordnance, Missile launcher and was in control of me, a 15 year old gamer. I was in a team of 6 all using different variants of the AK model the other 5 were experienced E-sports players from various clans. It was difficult to cooperate with people whom were all used to different strategies. I was stunned by the concept still that the controller in my hand was moving something in the desserts of the middle east fighting for the last oil reserves. With practiced movements we danced across the battlefield expertly destroying the flimsy barricades and bots. The others were far more inexperienced than we anticipated and the fight was over within hours with the bots retreated clutching their damaged cannons. The army had a good idea after all. What really helped was the haptic feed back and sounds in the pods that we were trapped in for hours before we were connected to the robots. I heard a sudden blast and out of the corner of my eye I saw a rocket spiralling towards me at unimaginable speeds. I was caught of guard and the robot failed to respond fast enough. The rocket hit the cockpit and detonated the flames were a blinding white and then the heat hit me. Sh*t this is real I thought. Then, the world went black. 
 
 Sorry about the formatting I wrote this on my phone so I'll fix it when I get home.
