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Have you seen the award-winning serial "Lost"? Well, the premise here is exactly the same. In exactly one month's time, I'll be shipped away to a distant island. Whether I'll get out alive, though, is a complete mystery. No, I'm not paranoid about my physical condition. I'm fearful for my mental well-being. From what I have gathered, where I'm going to is a place of stark contrasts. Paradoxes. How it manages to appear functional is quite beyond me.

Of all things I loathe in life, bureaucracy, hypocrisy and inefficiency are among those I consider hating the most. Unsurprisingly, army life would seem to be no lacking in any of them. From what I've experienced so far, I've seen empty vessels feign intelligence and actually getting very far. I'm soon to take a compulsory oath (How can imperativeness and sincerity coexist?) to protect my country. I'm about to follow protocols and fill in tonnes of forms that the know-it-alls above me use in a weak attempt to deduce my loyalty and capability. I'll be subject to "training courses" designed to subsume me into unquestioning loyalty. Speaking of "unquestioning", why wouldn't they build mechanical robots to take my place instead? Sheer unquestioning loyalty and efficiency! Speaking of efficiency, the sheer lack of it disgusts me. Such is how two great years of my "life" will be spent. Of course, this will not be the end, in more ways than one.