<div class="floatright">(http://img4.imageshack.us/img4/598/breedaniels04.jpg)</div><br/>Miranda rose with a groan, her dreams still vivid in her mind as she wiped the gunk out of her eyes with her fingers.  Somewhere along the line, she had passed from not wanting to be here anymore to just not caring, realizing that at some point they would either accept her, kill her, or send her home.  She really didn't care which anymore.<br/><br/>Shambling out, she moved to stand on the pad, standing at a position mostly resembling what she'd been told about standing at attention.