When you wake up from the electromagnetic circle in the center of the room at the Des Entertainment Center, the standard of the A levels on the wrists of those around you predestines them to superiority. The chip on your wrist reads D.

A man closes the magnetosphere, elegant and towering, his tone laced with laughter: "Oh, gotta inject you with some drugs or you'll pass out pretty uninterestingly"

One of his men opens the silver case and you see chainsaws, shock collars and other things that.