I woke up in a room with bright lights. Everything was blurry, and I could barely see. The last thing I remembered, people were sticking needles in my arms. I tried to move my arms and legs, but they were strapped to the table. Looking to my left, I saw a figure walking towards me.
The figure stopped and said, "State you name and rank."
"I can't see. What did you do to me?" I said.
He repeated, "State your name and rank."
"Private First Class Roy Smith," I replied.
"Tell me about yourself, soldier," the voice ordered. I started to talk about school and joining the military. After a few minutes, he stopped me.
"That's enough," he told me, then said to someone else, "Remove the bonds and take him to a recovery room. At least he's not another washout."
"Why can't I see?" I asked again.
"Your vision and strength will return over time. It is common side effect of the process. You'll also get migraines and flu like symptoms. A minor inconvenience for the benefits gained."
Two people guided me down a hallway to another room. It was darker than the previous one. One of them stuck a needle in my arm and then left.
The other one said, "That was a sedative. You should feel better in the morning." At about that time I blacked out.