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− | You wake up. The | + | You wake up. The anaesthetic wore off. |
Uh oh. | Uh oh. | ||
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You feel like you can move about freely. Like swimming. You can turn upside down, spin, flip. Yet, whichever way you face, all you see is the endless, empty blackness. | You feel like you can move about freely. Like swimming. You can turn upside down, spin, flip. Yet, whichever way you face, all you see is the endless, empty blackness. | ||
− | And your arm hurts like | + | And your arm hurts like fuck. |
Why are you here? | Why are you here? | ||
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Hm, something there, at least. | Hm, something there, at least. | ||
− | You remember the | + | You remember the Trad-Fyuchee wars, the Zonnyxes, the tubeworks. |
Did you die? Maybe this is what happens when you die. You’ve never been dead before. Is this what it’s like? | Did you die? Maybe this is what happens when you die. You’ve never been dead before. Is this what it’s like? | ||
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Ah! That’s it. She must have sold you out. Got you turned in to whoever won the war. Then they killed you. | Ah! That’s it. She must have sold you out. Got you turned in to whoever won the war. Then they killed you. | ||
− | “Ow, | + | “Ow, shit,” you mutter. |
If you’re so dead, then why does your shoulder stump still hurt? | If you’re so dead, then why does your shoulder stump still hurt? | ||
− | Maybe you’re not dead. Maybe this is the afterlife. Or some kind of new digital cage. Maybe it’s a digital | + | Maybe you’re not dead. Maybe this is the afterlife. Or some kind of new digital cage. Maybe it’s a digital age but they took away the traditional illusion of walls and bars. |
You swim about a bit in the nothingness. | You swim about a bit in the nothingness. | ||
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No, if this were a digital cage then you wouldn’t be able to float so freely. | No, if this were a digital cage then you wouldn’t be able to float so freely. | ||
− | + | Zap! | |
What was that? | What was that? | ||
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“That’s still undetermined.” | “That’s still undetermined.” | ||
− | “Well, can you determine it?” | + | “Well, can you determine it?” |
“No, not as of yet. Sorry.” | “No, not as of yet. Sorry.” | ||
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“Yes,” thinks the presence. “We have an idea.” | “Yes,” thinks the presence. “We have an idea.” | ||
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