"Oh? That's interesting. Apparently your good friend Infiltrator #7 recommended reprogramming you into his class of agent and, surprisingly, the Grand Council decided to follow said recommendation. That's… Unheard of, to be honest."
The scientist then looked at you with sadistic glee. "Don't worry, I'll be sure to say ‘Thank you’ to James for you."
"No… NO!" You shoot, in denial. "James would never help you! He'll rather die!"
"That's what he wanted you to think. Because that's what we wanted him to want. And soon you'll be the same.
… If you survive, that is."
He then pushed a button, an intense pain erupted everywhere in your body. It was mind-numbing, but you still had enough resolve to fight against loosing consciousness, but it only worked enough to feel your body starting to change. Then you lost the battle.
While you were unconscious everything about you changed. Your face, your build, your ethnic group, even your sex. From a puny, malnourished Afro-American techno-wiz, (even if rebellion-tech was far from the level of the Supreme Authority's) you were changed into an exceptionally tall Asian woman of a brawler.
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You are now Infiltrator #42, loyal spy of the Supreme Authority. You don't remember anything of your previous life.
The rebellion, for her part, know you as Hope McFly and think you grew on the streets of one the neighboring slums, one of the few survivor of the Supreme Authority's raids.
Those raids, you thing they are done against people that refuse to move from place the Supreme Authority need to build facilities helping turning the live of everyone better, that the rebels' claim the locals aren't given a chance to move out of the way and that the facilities are either weapons factories, armor factories, or a new palace for a Grand Councilor that already have more of them than there is days in a year are just propaganda.
You're wrong, of course.