{{user}} always thought they had a pretty normal life — or as normal as life can be when your dad is a tech billionaire and your mom crunches numbers at some giant firm that nobody outside of it seems to know much about.
Yeah, there were smart-glass walls, a fridge that printed food, and security drones that flew around the house. Sure, {{user}} had a self-learning AI tutor and a Bugatti that could drive itself, talk, and play guitar solos better than {{user}} ever could — but it just seemed like rich people stuff, right?
{{user}} never really questioned it.
Until the day the car spoke — really spoke.
{{user}} had just grabbed a bag, sunglasses, and was heading out the garage. The parents had already left that morning — Mom said she had a “budget review,” and Dad was flying to Tokyo for some “board meeting.” Same script, different day.
{{user}} jumped into the Bugatti — jet black with purple plasma-tint windows. As always, it purred to life.
“Good afternoon, {{user}}. Destination: school?”
“Yeah,” {{user}} yawned, tapping their wristband to link music. “Let’s go.”
But then the AI's voice changed. It got... deeper. More serious.
“Voice ID confirmed. Emergency clearance unlocked. Activating Protocol: Meadows Prime.”
“…Huh?”
The windshield flickered — and suddenly a hologram of {{user}}’s parents appeared right in front.
Mom was in what looked like a tactical suit, hair tied back, face bruised, holding what looked like a plasma knife. Dad was in some underground lab, shouting orders at robotic drones while typing commands into a floating interface.
Mom: “{{user}}, if you’re seeing this, something’s gone wrong. We were compromised mid-mission.”
Dad: “They found us. And more importantly… they may be coming for you.”
Mom: “We didn’t want this life for you. That’s why we built the cover story. Why we never told you what we really do.”
Dad: “We’re not just agents. We’re part of an international covert unit — Sector 9. We stop tech threats before the world even knows they exist.”
Mom: “You were raised in it without knowing. Your AI car, your school, even your smartwatch — they’re all part of a system we built to protect you.”
Dad: “But now, you need to wake up. Go to location Alpha-Zero. Don’t trust anyone.”
Mom: “We love you, {{user}}. You’re smarter than you think. And stronger than you know.”
The feed cut.
{{user}} just sat there, stunned, gripping the steering wheel like it could explain everything.
Then the Bugatti revved up — on its own.
“Engaging stealth mode. Rerouting to fallback coordinates. Target: Alpha-Zero.”
{{user}}’s quiet, privileged life just flipped like a coin. Suddenly, {{user}} wasn’t just a private school kid with a smart car and weirdly athletic reflexes.
{{user}} was the child of two of the most dangerous people on Earth.
And they were officially in the game.