“Hey, Boss! Time to rise and shine!” I heard Mich's annoying voice from within the deep darkness. “Come on, Boss. I'll be forced to use drastic measurements.” Mich added.

I felt something cold and wet splashing on my face. I stood up with and start, looking around me. I eyes landed on a shining Mich wearing some white gloves and holding a glass cup with his right hand.

“I curse the damn day where I thought in creating those gloves that let you interact with the world,” I said annoyed under my breath.

“Boss, today is the day~.” Mich happily sang.

“What date is it?” I asked Mich.

“Oh, Boss the age is getting to you isn't it?” Mich said while smiling, trying not to laugh.

“Yeah, whatever. Just tell me what date it is.” I said while making my way to the restroom. Mich was coming behind me.

“It is January 6, 2017, Boss.” Mich finally answered my question.

“Time does fly fast. A decade has passed since I left college because of that incident.” I said aloud without realizing.

“Yes, Boss. It's been a long time.” Mich said, worried.

“Don't worry, Mich. What happened is all in the past.” I said, smiling back at Mich. “If it wasn't for that man who showed up that day and once again one year later, I might have fallen deeper into…

“But you didn't. So let's forget about that.” Mich interrupted. “Now get into the shower. Because today is the day~.” Mich sang while I opened the bathroom door.

“Okay, Mich,” I replied without looking back at Mich.

I entered the shower. The water was running. I took a long shower. Thinking about this last few years. If today test is successful, then I'll be on a path that no man has walked before.

I dried myself and got out of the bathroom. “Taking a shower after three days of non-stop work does feel nice,” I said while I made my way towards my workroom.

“Do you need some clothes, boss?” Mich said.

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“I don't need clothes for what I'm about to do. And I don't want to risk an unforeseeable scenario. Who knows what may happen once I use the machine on myself.” I said, thinking about the possible scenario of having the clothes fuse with my body.

“Yeah, getting stuck with shoes instead of feet may be annoying.” Mich concurred. “And you’re still feeling the after-effects of eating that apple.”

“I did it for science!” I said, in a proud tone then my stomach growled. “But my stomach might not think it that way.”

“Sure, science,” said Mich, sarcastically. “I just hope that if an accident happens, it is about your hair color,” Mich said in a low voice, hoping I don't hear it, I think.

“What's is wrong with my hair?” I ask while preparing everything.

“It is all white for starters,” Mich said.

“I like it white,” I responded

“But it makes you look old!” Mich raised his voice.

“The lines on my face make me look old,” I responded.

“Yeah, that too,” Mich said.

I laughed. Once all the adjustments were ready, I walked towards the desk inside my workroom and took the power core, a blue sphere the size of a baseball, for the machine, which I placed inside the biggest room in my house, the living room. I headed there right away.

There was nothing on my living room, except by paintings of me, Mich and a person with blonde hair, blue eyes and dressed in white clothes, which looked like bathing clothes. I smiled when I saw them. These paintings were made by Mich.

“Mich,” I called.

“Yes, Boss,” Mich said.

“Who was that fellow dressed in white from that painting you made,” I asked while pointing to said painting.

“Oh, that. He is your ancestor, Lighting Ray.” Mich answered. “But for some reason, I cannot find close to no records of him.”

“Weird,” I said, then stopped in front of the machine, placed in the middle of the living room.

“The living. Are you sure?” Mich asked.

“You know how the house was made, so don't worry,” I said, smiling.

“I know the whole house was made to contain or resist an explosion strong enough to destroy a city, but that is not what I meant,” Mich said.

“Your paintings are shielded,” I replied.

“Let’s begin!” Mich said, showing up behind the controls.

“Of course,” I said, making a circle with my eyes. I placed the power core inside the machine.

Mich powered up the machine. Blue lines began to emit off the machine.

Ready, set, go!” said Mich right before shooting me with the blue color beam from the machine.

Once it hit me, everything went blue, then dark. Darkness surrounded me. I couldn’t feel a thing. I couldn't hear either. Nor talk when I tried to. I could only think. Funny. I think therefore I exist. You don’t know how long I’ve waited for a moment to use this.

“Hey, Boss!” I heard Mich’s voice. “Boss!” And it is getting louder.

“For the love of everything that is not made by me,” I said while trying blocking my ears, which wasn’t worth it. I still could hear loud and clear. Or at least what I think is hearing. “Stop raping my ears.”

“You don’t really have ears in here, with being honest,” Mich said, with a more manageable volume.

“Then don’t rape my mind with such high volume,” I replied, getting used to whatever I got myself into this time. “So what happened? I guess the experiment work since I wasn’t blown to pieces or disintegrated.”

“Yes, it works. I still unable to comprehend why you seem to have such lack of--how could I put it--lack for your well being, Boss.” Mich replied, with a sad tone in the end.

“You Already know why. So, tell me. How is the integrity of my consciousness? I wouldn’t want, well, fuck myself up for the rest of my existence.” I said

“Everything is normal. The readings show nothing abnormal.” Mich answered. “Now, I welcome you to my world! The digital world!” Mich declared, with a loud voice. The darkness around me change to a white space. Mich was flying high above with his arms opened.

“Fuck my life! Mich, what did I told you not to do?” I said while gritting what I imagine were my teeth.