Summary:

I only ever wanted to be strong. It had been years. I wasn’t exactly the best “candidate.” I had been 10 years old. I was full of knowledge of the dark side of life. I had no family, at least none that I could rely on. I wasn’t very social, I aimed to please, but wasn’t athletic. I took tests at the age of nine, being years above my grade level in intelligence. They figured they could use me. I was good at math, biology, pathology, all sciences and biotechnology, English, fluent in every language on my home planet, and I had my personal experience. I was “taken” at the age of 10. I wasn’t told where I was going. They came and got me silently. I just figured it wasn’t something to talk about. I don’t remember the trip there.