Celeste was assigned a bed in a large room lined with sleeping cots in rows. Each recruit had a metal cot and a small metal table beside it with one drawer. When Celeste was brought into the room it was after lights out. When she left Vivienne's Office she had changed into her uniform, taken a short tour of the areas she needed to know and filled in some disclaimers against suing Enforcement for any injuries during training. An Enforcement Officer led her into the room with a light stick. The stick floated above them as they walked casting cool blue light immediately around them. All Celeste could make out just past the dull glow of the light stick were dark lumps laying on top of each cot. She had a creepy feeling that eyes were following her. She almost walked into the Enforcement Officer when he stopped suddenly next to an empty cot. 

The Officer didn't even wait for her to settle in, he just turned around and walked away taking the dull blue light with him. Celeste felt around in the dark for the edge of her sleeping cot. When she found it she carefully lay down on it facing the ceiling. Her eyes started to adjust to the darkness, this is when she noticed that the bottom edges of the walls were lined with very dim tubes of light. The dim tubes were invisible when there was another light source. Now, in the darkness, they reflected off of the metal walls and provided just enough light so that you could vaguely see shapes. Celeste guessed it was for when someone needed a late night trip to the bathroom. Now that her eyes had adjusted to the darkness, Celeste could definitely see the outlines of some heads slightly lifted from their pillows and turned towards her. People were looking at her! She pulled her bedsheets over herself and closed her eyes tightly.

Celeste didn't get much sleep but she pretended to sleep until everyone had left the room. The room was in the subterranean levels of the Barracks so it did not have any windows. Instead when it was time to wake up the lights suddenly flashed on. Almost as quickly as the lights came on people around Celeste jumped out of bed, grabbing their gear and headed out of a large pair of automatic double doors on one side of the room. Celeste waited for the last person to leave, then sat up. She counted forty cots around including her own. Celeste threw the sheets off of her body. She had slept in her uniform the previous night, shoes and everything. 

As Celeste walked towards the doors, she tried to decided wether she should go straight to the mess hall before it was crowded or if she should go exploring around the building until the showers were empty. As the doors slid open Celeste came face to face with a deep green chunk of sculptured metal. "Good morning Miss Sidman, Remember me?" the Military robot said in it's human like voice. The robot did not wait for a returned greeting. "My programmed name is Oscar, I have been assigned to protect you against magic." Celeste had, for a blissful moment, forgotten that she now had a metallic weapon of mass destruction against magic following her around. "Lucky me," Celeste said sarcastically. "I take my job very seriously," Oscar stated, "Please hold while I scan the area for magical pulses."

Celeste stared curiously as Oscar lifted his robot hand into the air and turned his palm one way, then the other way. "All clear," He announced, "I will escort you to the mess hall." Oscar started leading the way to the mess hall. Giving up on the idea of waiting to shower, Celeste followed Oscar down the hall. The magic scan was really quick, Celeste wondered how far it could detect magic. She asked Oscar. "I just scanned the entire wing. I can detect a trickle of magical activity within this parameter," Oscar answered. "Ah, I understand, I measure magic in trickles too," Celeste rolled her eyes. Oscar stopped moving suddenly. He turned around to face the direction they came from. "Wait! I detect something," Oscar said urgently. 

Celeste panicked. "What is it?" She asked. "I detect sarcasm coming from this direction," Oscar's human like laugh was creepy coming from his robotic body. "I didn't know robots could make jokes," Celeste was really surprised. "Enforcement robots do" Oscar replied, "Only with people they are assigned to." Celeste thought of another question, "How do you know if something is funny?" Oscar started moving again. "I have been programmed with jokes from over 40 years worth of TV shows. I know when something is funny," he said casually. Celeste was not sure what to think, so she followed Oscar silently.