"Hello! My name is Alastair Blythe Myers, how nice to meet you. I am 20 years and 54 days old with one older brother and a younger sister. Being the second son in the family especially considering that my brother is a genius leaves me to pursue a life of self indulgence. Well having said that its not quite that simple since my family has more or less already drawn out my future for me already. You see they happen to be aside from extremely wealthy and powerful also technological fanatics which means that ever since my birth I have been modified at their whim.
I cant say its not extremely convenient to have a body that is more highly technological then half this metropolis put together but it does mean that I have become somewhat of a celebrity on top of being a lab rat for my family's private research teams. My body has been altered in everything from installing a Subdermal full body armour to mutating forth unrestricted biological rejuvenation, in other words pseudo immortality. I have even gotten a companion AI implanted in my head along with other capacity additions. In a way I am the smartest human alive since one of the lab projects involved programmed learning and writing memories which resulted in the better part of the indexed Internet which includes most of us humans combined knowledge being crammed inside my axillary memory banks.
When I say technically its because to protect me from the burden it was put behind my AI companion so it can help me access the information I want, when I want it. Unfortunately it turns out that just because you have higher intellectual capacity it does not completely overwrite conflicts with the original personality. While I have the capacity to be someone great I find myself preferring not to think too hard about things. Its just so much easier to let the world spin without my effort helping it along. Although there are definitely some clear changes... Which I at least wish to attribute to my alterations instead of personal flaws such as being more open to talking to myself as a means of escaping reality thanks to already having internal monologues with my Artificial Inteli-"
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「 Negative. You do not hold conversations with me normally. 」 .. Alastair furrows his brows from being interrupted so rudely when having explicitly told it to not bother him right now since he needed time to recover from the mental shock.
"AI, dont make me lock you out from your mathematical quiz folder. I told you to be quiet." 「 ... 」 "Much better! Now if only the world could be persuaded to make more sense as well." Alastair looked around himself at the crowd of mismatched people currently either wandering aimlessly around the forest clearing or failing to communicate with each other. How did something this absurd happen? The last thing he remembered was entering a corporate building and feeling a handful of his lesser utilised sensors which detects ultra high energy particles flip out. It was like a truck of alien particles had hit his entire body before simply arriving to this foreign clearing. While he was not entirely sure he did get the impression that it was not a problem of just not being able to remember what happened but more like what had happened defies perception altogether.
Laying down in the vegetation and trying to collect his thoughts he started to get more and more annoyed at his helplessness. Deciding to try find a way out of this he called on his AI and started to collect information to help him make sense of it all.