My name is Jonny Springfield, but, S.O.P knows me as PMC:20184, and I am under control. Everything I do, is under it's control. I can't speak out of line, I can't move out of line, the only thing I can do out of line, is think, but even that, is recorded, so it's all ways suppressed, and kept under control. But what happens when you lose the S.O.P and the I.D. Weapons and gear have nothing to go on, and the Nanomachines become useless. Your free. But I have never felt that freedom, not ever. Only in my youth, and even that was erased from my mind by S.O.P. But recently, I have had a little, accident, and now find myself, taking care of something that could only be described as a, pony…