3/30/22 Prompt #2

3/30/22 Prompt #2

My axels twisted and turned as I led my student around the hallways to his new room. The tracks on the ceiling made me move and kept me from falling while stationary. We are not the only people walking in this hallway. We are not the only ones coming from the referee camps. “Uh, robot dude, what is this place exactly?” my student asked. “This is one of the last places you’ll ever see and go. Here, you’ll train to join the army and fight the fight which people are fighting now,” I replied. “But… I know nothing about fighting, let alone what we’re fighting. I mean, I saw one before as we were escaping, but, like, where did they come from? What if I get killed?” he asked. “Then you get killed, and someone from here will have to come out and replace you. The rest of your questions will be resolved once you do your training,” I answered. “So… when I go out… will Ibe going out there to replace someone who died?” he wondered. “Yup. You could go in at any point in time. The longer you’re here, the more chances you’ll have of going out,” I cleared up. ‘Will I ever go outside again until I go in?” he queried. “Nope. You’ll never even see outside until you go in,” I resolved. “So let me get this straight because I’m a refugee from the war; I have to train here to join King Jacobs’s army, even though I’d much rather risk my life out there with my family, looking for my little sister?” he wondered. “Yup, exactly. The chances of you surviving training, though is astronomically low,” I added. “Like, 0.0000000000000001% chance of survival,”