((No, that's fine... well I'm going to try to get the ball rolling. Speak up if you have any ideas!))
Jesse was sitting cross legged on her bed, supporting her head on her hands. She was getting tired of the whole waiting thing, tired of doing nothing. Right about when she finally thought she was going to explode from boredom her cell started changing. It was like an distortion was made in the force field, even though there still wasn't really a way out, just a type of sliding door that seemed sealed.
Well that's new... A man in a lab coat walked up to the other side of the door and pushed a small button, and starting talking through and intercom-like device.
"I'm taking you to training..."
"What do you mean training?" Jesse interrupted. "Who
are you people, and why are we here?!?"
The man took a breath and then let it out again. "I'll explain to you on the way to
training," he replied, "but we need to go." He typed a code into a keypad on the outside of the cell and the sliding door thing opened up. "Okay, so what's going on?" She asked him as soon as she got out. "Why are we here, and what's with the high tech cells?"
"I'm Jameson, I'm a lab tech. You are here because you died. The cells are to keep you from destroying everything with your new abilities."
"Wait, hold on, freeze. I... died?"
What is that even supposed to mean??? I couldn't have died, I'm right here...Three days ago you were ((Oooh, how should I die?)) trampled by a horse, but our doctors were able to perform a new kind of operation. It was more of an experiment really, but they downloaded your human consciousness into a mechanical body."
"What? I'm some kind of cyborg?!"
"Hardly. A cyborg is both human and mechanical. You are what most people would call a robot, but you have a free will; you can do whatever you want..."
Jesse stopped for a minute to let that sink in, and then caught up to him. She noticed they were passing through a large a large dome shaped room currently. "Okay, so I'm a robot... or something. You said something about my abilities. How did I get those?"
Jameson sighed, he was getting tired of the questions. "We simply programmed and designed into each of you a set of abilities or skills. Yours is weapons..."
"Yeah, I had already figured that out..." Jesse "flexed" her powers, causing her hands to morph slightly, and then go back to normal.
She and Jameson walked in silence for a while, until they reached another room with a high ceiling. "Each of you will receive a particular type of training according to your abilities. You will be trained in the proper use of weapons, as well as athletic training to keep you in shape. ((Mr?)) King will be your trainer..." With that Jameson left her standing alone in a giant room full of training equipment.
((Oooh, wow. Epic long post

Ideas? Questions? Jameson isn't half-bad, don't make him the bad guy...))