The battle was about to commence. Marcus sharpened his weapon in preparation for the conflict to come. He had prepared for many days now, purging his body of superfluous thoughts. Marcus studied what would be required from him, going over the motions again and again, trying to build the memories needed to not only survive, but to thrive. He had to give up so much to be here for this moment. The future, his future depended on what was going to happen in just a few more hours. Marcus sharpened his weapon again. He knew that was just the habit of nervously waiting, but it calmed him to hear the sound of scraping metal. He cautiously touched the tip and felt like he could draw blood so easily. Finally he opened the door and entered the room. Let the physics test commence.