August 2265. High City (formerly New York City).
'This will be totally painless,' the head nurse said, wearing a fake, tight-lipped smile, inserting the needle into Maya's neck as she laid face down on the table.
'Will I be asleep for it?' she asked.
'Totally,' the nurse chirped back in that high-pitched, stereotypical white girl voice that Maya hated so much. All Maya Stone ever wanted to do ever since she was a little girl was to help save the world against evil people. She had only been a baby when the microchipping process was introduced, and couldn't wait to be eighteen years old, which was when all people were allowed to take the microchipping process. Normally, at eighteen years old, in the 21st century, before the world started to change from processes of mass city planting, uprooting forests and killing animals, young people would get their first car, or start going to parties, or to university if they were lucky enough. But Maya Stone was too young to remember the old times, before the world started to change. No, the young Stone girl was part of a new generation, a generation that were not only born with technology in their hands from birth, but were socially and cognitively advanced as well.
She sighed when they put the needle in, letting out a gentle breath as the anaesthetic started to seep into her system. With a deep breath, she closed her eyes and passed out on the table.
Present Day (two months after the microchipping)
Get in, get out. It was that simple. Maya Stone pulled the laptop close to her and opened it to the log-in page. Her brain easily pulled up the information for the four digit log-in. 2247. She typed it in with ease and spent the next two minutes uploading the information on the computer to the microchip in her brain, where it would be viable for the next 24 days in her brain. During that amount of time where the information was viable, she would go back to the safety of her accomodation in High City, where the techies working on the brains of dozens of CMA (Confidential Microchip Army, as it was known) soldiers would filter out the information and send it to her boss, who would then use it to - well, she never knew half of what went on up above after she did her part. All she knew was that it was supposed to stop the bad guys. Her brain finished uploading the information and she ran, bullets flying over her head. She rolled and pulling out her gun, fired back. She heard a cry of pain and ran again.
She sat in the chair as they filtered the information out of her brain using a massively large machine that would sit over her head, like a helmet. It was quiet in the workshop today, except for the occasional sound of an angle grinder here, with the sparks to accompany it, or the sound of a drill there. When she was done in the chair, she left, slinging her duffel bag over her shoulder full of her mission gear and walked out of the mission headquarters towards her home in High City. After purchasing a bottle of beer from a street vendor, she walked towards the barracks, where the small unit that she shared with three other soldiers was. Unlocking the unit with her special key, she stepped in. One of her comrades was passed out on the couch, still wearing his mission uniform. His name was Jake. His blonde hair was still mussed up, and obviously he hadn't bothered to shower. She pinched her nose from the smell. Walking down the hall, she saw the door to Amy's room half open and saw her, playing a computer game, tapping furiously away at the keys, wearing a headset and - wait for it... profusely swearing through said headset while scoffing down an energy drink and potato chips. Inside was an even messier room. Snorting, Maya made her way to her room. Neat and tidy it always was. Jake was the captain of the cabin and liked the rooms clean and tidy. At the moment, Maya was his favorite person. Amy - not so much. The only annoying thing about Jake... he almost always forgot to shower after a mission. She shut her door and worked herself into a pair of sweatpants, a sports bra and crop top, with her favorite fluffy socks to top it off. She'd showered already at the mission headquarters. It saved her time from having to fight with Jake and Amy over the one shower in their unit.
'Mi-Mi, is that you?' Jake shouted from down the hall.
'Uh... yeah! Just a minute.' She smiled at his nickname for her. She heard the heavy footsteps that belonged to Jake stomping down the hall. Throwing on a light, fluffy sweater, she looked just to see him come in front of her door. 'Wassup, ogre?'
'Ogre?' he remarked.
'You know... fee fi fo fum - Jack and the Beanstalk - any of that ringing a bell?'
'I haven't heard that since I was a kid. How was the mission?' He ran a hand through his thick blonde hair.
'Success, as always. You know, it seems too easy when they send us on missions that involve computers.'
'It is, amIright?'
'Definitely. Wanna watch TV?'
'Ooh, can I watch something?' Amy said, sticking her head out of the door. She had her energy drink in her hand and her raven black hair was in a messy bun.
'Not until you clean your room,' Jake said in 'the boss' voice. She huffed.
'You're not the boss of me.'
'Yeah, well, I am team captain, so... better get to work.' Jake and Maya began to walk down the hall. Maya, turning around, waved.
'Toodles, Amy!' Turning back to her room, she flipped Maya the bird. Laughing, the young Stone girl linked arms with Jake and went into the living room to watch a movie.
Jake promptly stretched out on the couch, pulling a blanket over him, which had apparently been used for sleep. He'd gone into the shower and came out again looking rather clean, except for one nasty scratch which he'd cockily explained that it was gonna be, and Maya quoted, 'a war wound to show the girls in Unit 7.' She'd laughed at that and told him it would barely amount to a pink line on his face. He sat down, letting out a huff.