In the year 2599 A.D., construction on the controversial artificial planet was finally complete, from a self-sustaining environment to the nuclear power core at the heart of the cubic planet, in September of that year you and your kind--enhanced humans--were landed there.

Stumbling from the darkness you saw an unusual scene open up before you, one filled with dirt and trees and a glowing spot in the roof that you quickly determined should not be directly gazed upon.

Turning around you saw a more familiar sight, a hard plating on a cylindrical surface--different only in that the plating you were used to was a straight barrier to keep you in or out of an area.

Suddenly it dawned on you that the voices had stopped, those voices that had taught you so much...it was serene, you felt calm at their absence, joyfully you turned around and saw others like you, wearing like expressions to your own.

And then the dread set it. The were no walls to keep you safe, no glass to give a preview of what lay ahead, all you had was the knowledge of how to make tools, and knowledge that night was when you were the most vulnerable.