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In an ever-stretching dim void, there exists a sole ruling spirit, and its form is a blinding figure that one cannot determine what it looks normally.
It surveys over the world with great interest, since… ever.
Me? I don't even remember who I was…
I am devoid of knowing why I'm here…
Maybe it's my fate to wait until it starts to face me…
And that 'thing', for better or worse… is now beaming closer and closer… to me.
~… What are you, stray?… Ah, most curious…
You… you're just like them, those lost souls…
They are… lives of your age… people like you…
Why are you here, mortal?… That matters little here…
It won't be easy, soon… I hope you're prepared…
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… One more thing… Heed the word… Dynamind…
You'll need it, souls devoid of acquiring Talents…
It's some hidden thing, not of mine…already there…
This world you'll be in… won't be so forgiving…
Whatever you do, just know that I will observe you, this archaic spirit…
Tandusal, that is I… now go, and live… once more…
And relive the sensation… that you longed for… ~
*Whoom*
My vision disorients, as it strays farther away from me, whatever the cause is.
And… I recall this feeling. The feeling of being… alive.
As soon as I think of that, I kind of jerk up for whatever reason again, forcing me to cuddle around like a baby… and a wide array of light starts to fill this whole place…
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*Humming*
This feeling… is warmth, almost as that like being hugged by the ones you love. You name it, whether it's your lover, friend, family, or someone who just knows how to put away your condescending thoughts.
*Whoosh*
Alongside the wind, is heard the machinery of humankind's magnificence, that is of technological wonder. It is as if they are planes from the golden era of the 1900s or beyond when the time of advancement calls for human ingenuity.
My ears start to adjust to the sound, and what's baffling is that it sounds like we're up in the sky, and as ridiculous as that comes up in someone's mind, the thing is, there are people here talking Just Fine. `Ngh, my brain aches, is this the aftermath of my long and deep slumber?`. Now, with my ears clearing up whatever's going on inside my head, I can at least make up for what they're saying.
You could be reading stolen content. Head to Royal Road for the genuine story.
Currently, a couple is chatting with their selves, namely, the guy's named Garvin and the lady's named Fiona from what I hear as of my current hearing capability, as ridiculous as it already is for hearing words foreign to my knowledge.
Garvin:"…ou d… it, Fi… ! Our newb… ch… is now …thus, at …long last". Unfortunately, the best I can do is make up what they're saying on the fly, and fill in the blanks myself. "Wou(ld) you want (to) hold him?"
Now that he mentions it, my body feels kind of nimble, like a living vegetable, I feel almost no muscle of mine moves how I want it to.
`W-what the fuck? I can't move my fingers, God's Sake. Heck's going on?`
And just when I'm in the midst of my mind battle, my body got swayed from left to right, as if my body doesn't weigh over 70 Kigs (Kg, Kilogram)
Fiona:"… So, he rea(lly) is a 'Wh(ite)', even though I don't believe that first checkup… ". Her voice is a sorrowful one, and it somehow gets to me, as her breath is getting closer. "N-nonetheless, I won't treat him any different from the other children of your other beloveds. Now, what should his name be, Garv?". She stuttered for a bit there, accepting her defeat of me being a failure(?) in this age of time.
With time, my hearing is returning to how I normally perceive it as is, not needing to guess what they're saying any longer despite hearing something that is neither my home language nor the second language of English (almost fluent).
Garvin: "Let me see his eyes first". With his command, I feel the light from outside blinding me, yet I keep still to not damage myself from some fingers trying to open my eyes. "He indeed is 'One of Them', *Sigh*". I feel as if I have a flashlight focused on a pupil of mine, checking whether I can be given a 'Second Wind' ʼ¹ by some medic using a defibrillator.
Stabilizing my pupils, I now see the sight of a brown, Armenian-looking guy. Piercing Brown eyes, Anchoring Goatee beard, Fiery Mullet brown hair, and the one that stands out the most is, Ears of a Canine(?) around his head. `… If he's a furry, then I'm a-Oh, No…`
Wearing an attire fit for winter, he's layered in a thick dark blue coat above his white shirt, shackling his hips with a belt before his black cargo pants and winter boots.
Garvin: "Oh? Look at you, lil' bud, staring like there's no tomorrow… *Giggle*". He shakes his head while thinking to himself with some mischievous laughs, grinning across the room. "… Arlan, that is what you would be called, my child". As he said that, he reaches a hand out for his partner, which should be no longer asked, that is my 'Mother', Fiona.
As he now carries me for a walk in the aircraft(?) that we're residing currently, I now guess what kind of fate happened to me.
`… I… Died?…`
*Ker-clack*. The door that stands in front of 'Father' Garvin is swung open as it extends to the left, and I see after the exit some men clad in dark blue armor, from their feet to their heads. No questions need to be asked that they are here to keep watch of people of high importance (me?).
I get to see their boots, hips, chests, and back have some holes in them, like places for jetting around the terrains like a jetting speed demon with guns ʼ².
Even with my infant's eyes, the textures of the plates beneath their armor are lit by some faint blue lights, proof that they are not your usual infantry, possibly that of a spec-ops selected by their country to escort us through the sky.
*Chatter*
Inside the wooden coat walls of the hallway, is one standing by with an assault rifle(?) with his/her visor turning at us as he lightly shoves the other one's shoulder; and the other exposing his near-bald buzz-cut head for a light smoke, which is a little unsafe in my opinion what with his dangling facial hair getting quite close to the smoke. `Is the emptiness because of them, or this is an elite hospital? Nah, maybe it's just late in the night
Baldy(?): "Hmm?". He chuffs the smoke to the nearest bin and is looking pretty cautious of us, then puts his left hand near his neck as he reveals a mask which is a part of the suit. "A White…". He puts it on, and that's it, wouldn't it be?… is what most would've thought of by now.
*Rotor*
But to my surprise, that 'mask' is the starting point for the other parts of his shoulders and back as they enclose his head, and turn into a helmet with his clad-black visor looking at me. `Woah… is that the next-gen mandible helmet? ʼ³ `
'Father', holds out a hand to him.
Garvin: "No need to be so agitated, Barnie-"
Baldy(?): "It's Bernard, Garv. I hate that call-sign since, like … ever". They start to approach us, with me feeling his glare even behind the visor.
My head gets to be comforted by Father petting me.
Garvin: "Yip-yap all you want, just mind that a Steward is standing right in front of you. You do this even when I'm about to wed your cousin Alvina, Barnie". Rather than easing the tension, he cranks it up with some joke about this other wife he had married as he looks at the one behind the supposedly bald one. "Speak for me, Clark. Don't just stand there, say something"
Clark: "Sir, with all respect, I ain't planning for another 'private lesson' back on the field from saying bad words, Sir". He sounds like a hickey just about to be an adult, maybe in his early 20s.
Baldy(?) > Bernard: "Huh. Chuck that day away from me, will you? Now, what're you doing out here, aren't you supposed to comfort Fiona?"
Garvin: "Planned to, but the dull sight's killing me and I'm looking for a wheelchair for her to walk us around with for a change of view"
Bernard: "Uhuh. Look, I'll call for service, just head back and keep the-… your 'child' away from here". He shows his back to us and leads the way to turn to the right of us two.
`Ru~de, what's his hatred of babies? Or maybe it's just for me`
Garvin: "Don't mind him, just a grumpy one lucky to be promoted. Let's get back to your mother". And just with that, we're heading back to the room I was born.
*Ker-clack*
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ʼ¹ refers to how a person might regain a Second Chance in life by some extraordinary means, namely here by being defibrillated, which can only be used Once for a while by Trained practitioners (Medic, Doctor, Nurse) with the correct procedure.
(#) Loggers Note 1: I sure hope I'm not wrong here.
(#) Loggers Note 2: It sure is more ridiculous here than on Earth, yeah.
ʼ² refers to EA's Titanfall(1 and 2) and Apex Legends apex mercenary, that is Pilot(s), can jet around almost above 100 Kmph (Kilometer per hour) if their momentum is kept for some time after strutting around the maps in the games.
(#) Loggers Note 1: Should've played some more before then.
ʼ³ refers to self-closing helmet, the likes of Iron Man and Dead Space RIG that functions as a part of the suit of the wearer, and is very advanced to the point where they are quite seamless in their transition from parts to the helmet.
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