?MY-MY FACE!? I winced at the feminine voice screaming back. ?Oh wait, I forgot to add the finishing touch!? I felt her hand pat me on the h...ead, the coldness of her touch almost feeling like fire on my scalp. I winced, fearing the worst as the burning intensified and spread along my roots. Then the sensation vanished. I opened my eyes. My hair was completely red. If not for my ponytail, I could easily be seen as her twin. And I had her voice too. I. . , stories."Here Derrick's eyes filled with tears so many people had considered his grandfather to be a loon, a fanatic filled with wild ideas. The man had been a hero to young Derrick, with his stories of his grandfather's grandfather on a sleek black ship fighting the enemies of the empire. It was what had caused Derrick to enlist after school as an officer. That and the fact that his father and grandfather had both died mysteriously not far from the imperial palace shield."Entering the war. He glanced sideways at the two uniformed maids. They were grinning. Hefelt his face grow hot."Thank you Olga. That will be all."Olga winked as she left him alone facing this grey-haired woman. MrsBlack was more like a Headmistress than a prison governor he thought. Hefelt her eyes run over his costume."I run a very special training program," she told him. "I turnaggressive felons into submissive and obedient servants. Olga believesyou would benefit from such a course. Do you know why there are. It seemed like a somewhat trivial reason to put oneself into cryogenic storage and slumber away the decades. Letting the world tick by underneath you, allowing everyone you knew to get older and older. I tried to remember the kind of life someone named Beatrice Montenegro would live. I tried to picture it – and faint images seemed to haze around my mind. A sunny beach. A large, beautiful ship that cut through the waves of an emerald-blue ocean like a knife. A beautiful woman walking towards me,.