Bjorn Thorson's consciousness was in a different place. His mind feels empty. The only memories remaining are knowledge containing everything he has ever learned, but nothing of his social life. The memories of who he is, is gone. From the way he knows a lot more about art than anything else, he concludes he was an artist.
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Around me is a room, similar to a white box. Somehow I know the specifics of the room Instinctually with just a fast glance.
It is a perfect cube with the measurements 100m length, 100m breadth and 100m height, the temperature is 28°C and the air is just normal air.
After some more thorough examination, I finds myself floating in the middle of the room above a group of 10 people. Looking straight down, I inspect the them.
They are all humanoid in shape and looks exactly the same, like white seamless mannequins. I can only see the top of these things heads, but one after one they look upwards. When they see me, their expressions shifts from confusion and fear, to fascination and admiration.
This admiration makes me want to see myself. By just willing it, my perspective moves forward and turns around, pointing towards my body. Before me is the most magnificent and majestic thing I have ever seen, including the memories I have kept. It looks like a perfect cube made of blue glass, radiating a blue light. My knowledge tells me it looks like a fictional object called a 'tesseract'.
I just know this is my body. This new knowledge sparks forth a small golden 2D box in the middle of my cube, contrasting the natural blue light of the glass. The box calls for me, so i move towards it, back into my body.
Inside I feel comfortable, like this is where I should be. In front of me is the golden box. It looks like a royal piece of paper floating in some invisible water, slowly rocking from side to side. I read what is written.
Congratulations.
You have been chosen as our honorable......
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🎉🎉Recycling center🎉🎉
To help you on the way, you will be gifted a personal......
👏👏Dungeon system👏👏
You are lucky, because we have.......
😱😱Artificially boosted your system beyond God rank😱😱
Goodbye and remember......
👁👁WE, gave you this power👁👁
This sounds promising. From what I remember, dungeons are used to imprison people. Perhaps that is what I am, a trashcan for unwanted people? Then this system probably means that they will give a way to control them, like a management tool?
I will myself out of my tesseract thingy and look down. The things have mostly lost their interests in me, and about half of theme are walking circles around my cuboid white room. I at least think it is mine, it feels that way. Their faces have turned more searchingly now, as if they are looking for something.
System is booting...Please wait a second
I can feel my stone calling for me. The even blue light in my stone have shifted to being brightest in the middle. It is like the golden color, except the color is the exact same as the rest of my glass stone. I think it looks pretty, like a star trapped in a snowglobe. The people who catched the change of light in my body stare at me again.
Back inside I float before a new 2D box. I presume the box refers to my "Dungeon system". I use the time the box is 'booting' to inspect it. In distinction from the former one, this box is more 'elusive' like, but at the same time a lot more 'rigid' and 'unmoving'.
I float around it, and when i have turned exactly to the side of it, it disappears. I move one centimeter more, and i can see the backside of the box.
I want to experiment with it. I move back, so that it vanishes from sight. Slowly I move towards it. Every time I see a bit of the box, I change my direction by less than one degree until it disappears again. I am close to it now, but keep moving towards it.
A splitting pain erupts all the way through my incorporal 'body'. I can feel the pain forming in a perfect line through my very being, stopping just before I am cut in two. By reflex my 'body' move bakwards. I am out of the box, but I still feel a soul splitting pain.
A sense of wrongness faintly attracts my attention, but i instantly dismiss it in my pain.