The old-timer got up and moved to leave. Rexford blinked rapidly as if he was trying to get something out of his eyes. The brief lock of the eyes caused his own to irritate briefly.

'Gonna suck for him.. or her.. to walk home in this storm... Wish I had a vehicle to lend.' It occurred to him odd the situation was as he pushed away the fog and befuddlement wrapped around his mind. 'Who the hell is this person?'

Getting up to walk the old-timer out he became aware of the robes. Very silky in appearance and defintely expensive considering it seemed laced with gold and a nice optical effect of shifting stars and planets.

He sat back down and picked up the tablet. A little icon shaped like a spear that moved locked eyes with him. Reminding briefly of the little assistant that helped when people type a long time ago.

Tablet: Fill out info for better access and bonuses, or do guest account?

The Tablet had a voice feature that was set in a different tone than the one that played. This one was more computerized than the humanized one he selected.

*Tick! Tick Tick!* The sound of the clock could be heard over the sandstorm. Outside the flow of time was slowing as Golden & Black tears are moving about.

'Hmm do I have the time for this?' Rexford looks over the time and realized he did. 'I might as well do the full form. Yeah, I have the time before going to bed before the early work tomorrow.'

Typing away at the form he couldn't get over the content involved.

'Bonuses are hella nice. Holy crap! What a detailed form, glad I did start now.'

So many different choices about various religious Aspects and the Deities that were tied to them. Not to mention what he knew about a few historical sites.

*Boom!* The sound and intensity could be heard throughout the camp. So fierce even the bunker shook with the windows rattling.

Stopping to check over if everyone was alright, Rexford stopped to long from filling out the form altogether for about an hour.

Onward to the fill-out FORM appeared in red across the tablet. The vibration was intense enough that it moved down the table.

Sexual Identifier: Male Age: 43 Height: 5`11

Sexual Preference: Heterosexual

"Why the hell does the website want to know that actually?"

Tablet: Because we would like to have satisfactory feedback for all info based on the Champion, interactions, and posts based on compiled information."

The computerized voice tone spoke out from the tablet loudly.

"Well, that makes sense.." Shaking his head as he realized he was talking to the tablet the businessman thought maybe age was taking an effect on him finally.

Tablet: I am a computer program, of course, I make sense! Foolish Champion!

"Hahahaha did my Tablet just talk to me...again... Wait.... wait.. wait.. did it just sass ME.?! I have finally gone crazy from overwork and drinking!" It was a good thing he signed the last business deal that mattered when he did.

Tablet: Whether you are crazy or not is subject to investigation, and medical testing.

The computerized voice spoke out with a hint of cheeky sarcasm maybe. It sounded like it was having fun with the back-and-forth the two were having.

Tablet: Continue with the form CHAMPION!!"

"Woah ...Woah ..! Calm down there tablet, no need to be snippy!" Rexford yelled while standing from the chair. It's a good thing the storm kept others inside out of the bunker. He moved over to the bottle that was mostly empty. "Sniff.. sniff. Doesn't smell odd at all."

Check for any weird discoloration or changes to the surface area revealed nothing. Even when the door blew open before the sand didn't land anywhere near this area.

Switching to a bottle of water was the best idea. Hopefully, it was some type of delirium. Short-term at the best.

"How in hell are you doing that anyway, the talking to me thing I mean!?" The LOW tone drowned out in response in a way that actually caused Rexford to feel disgusted with himself.

Tablet: There is a microphone in your device and you have it paired with your cell phone, these together are allowing quick back and forth of voice data and transmission in real-time.

"Aaahh..." He let out a small sigh. "Eh, makes sense I suppose." Putting enough togethor let him understand this was more like someone having hacked his device. Counter cyber-terrorism was not his expertise at all. 'Pftt bullshit this makes sense!'

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'But my microphone should have been turned off, that can't be right.. No way did Richard skimp out virus protection on my devices!' The number of those who could have gotten through the security was bad to think about.

As he was thinking over possible attackers the LOW tone voiced out, almost pleading it seemed.

Tablet: Please Champion... finish the FORM!

"Ummm hold on... why do you need me to finish the form..? And can you do something about your voice ... It sounds like a little to seductive woman from a horror kill movie and a rampaging man speaking in tongues with white noise playing entwined in it!"

'That's a very weird description to be made.'

With an exasperated sigh, the voice spoke with quite a weird tingle inside it.

Tablet: You are the first to fill the form out in over 10 months, that's an adult above the target range with the proper Soul level. Most Champions go through the guest access. Or they go to the "Waiting Area" for processing. My voice cannot be modulated until you get further down the form. The voices you are hearing are a sound modulation & frequency test. It's To fix your ears and sensitivity due to Tinnitus. In another set of words, it is calibration.

'How the hell is this gonna fix my hearing ..screw it.. I'll just do the form.' Warning bells started triggering nonstop. The water he thought was already having an effect as the fog thinned between his thoughts. 'Why am I unable to stop?'

After filling out work skills and early job faults picked up, it turned really really personal. One that made him upset contained a strong sore spot.

Had he been left at the Altar. Answering yes brought a terrible memory.

Thing the next set of questions popped up in regard to his friends and personality types. It then switched over to outer friends and those of teachers and then mentors.

Despite trying to stop himself again, Rexford found himself continueing to answer each of them honestly. Deeper hidden thoughts started to come in clear with overwhelming clarity.

Sexual Fetishes: Female bondage, Medical play, Service play, Multipartner??

Voyeurism, Exhibitionism, Hardcore, Softcore, Romance, BDSM Light, Alien??

Penis length: Average - Ball Size: Small - Girth: Average Stamina: Average

Kink Desire: Very high Sexual Desire: - Very high Sexual Exploration: High

Male Desire: Extremely Low - Female Desire: Very High - Other: Above Average

Flirt Ability: Extremely Low - Sexual Knowledge: Slightly Above Average

The degree of Sexual Desire: Abnormally High - Breast size: Small-Large

The computerized voice played came out again. This time as if it was right in front of him. Rexford could swear he was able to see a little ball of swirling light no bigger than a golf ball floating.

Tablet: You don't like Extra Large breasts that is interesting, to say the least, young Champion. What Pantheon sent in the request for such an oddball like yourself?

"Thanks, I think. Your voice is not as damaging as before." He looked around and then moved the tablet a little away. The sound still came from around the tablet but not from it. 'I have gone crazy and it is most likely alcohol poisoning of some kind.'

Tablet: Your welcome!

The voice spoke out more cheerfully than before.

Tablet: Now finish the form!

It switched over to the type of places he would like to go to. From its technology level all the way to the way the Society exists. Then the types of places he completely abhor and wanted nothing to do with.

The number of Undead variations was mindboggling and took way to many choices.

"A display format?? What in tarnation? Why are there so many to go through now?"

The long list was dazzling and some looked completely different from anything he knew about. Two of them he at least understood from the time they were deployed and spent months playing when supply drops were lost.

Strength: Allocation of one's raw physical might.

Flexibility: Allocation of one's raw nimbleness and reaction capabilities.

Intelligence: Allocation of one's raw wisdom into practical use. Use of Knowledge and collection of pieces of information up to its speed and retain ability.

Endurance: Allocation of one's raw ability to take physical damage and regenerate the quality of cells.

Likeability: Allocation of one's general ability to indear to people and ability to persuade or intimidate.

A listening of 5 Major attributes but the next cluster was a little different. All in accordance with his Life Class based on his soul. Something about Agents, Devouts, Contacts, and Alliance.

Life Class: The Black Gold Vortex. The soul is so acquainted with making deals and using everything at its disposal for use. The reflection of that is that the Champion can take in anything to produce two outcomes.

1: Produce a Rich Energy Drop.

2: Produce a version of an item if enough material has been taken in by the Black Gold Vortex.

2 hours later....

"This has taken quite a while, but it has been interesting. Last few and I will be done."

Tablet: Step 1 is now complete. Portal Destination: Tier 2 Technology Level established.

"That was all step 1 ... hell... how detailed is the rest gonna be!?"

Tablet: Step 2 Body Synchro, Adjustment, and Point Allocation for new body.

"How the hell am I gonna do a body synchronization with a Tablet?"

*Bzzztt!* A spark of visible Black & Gold lightning like substance appeared to the eye. It circled around coiling around the Businessman who barely removed in response. His overall response time moved slowly.

"Oww, where the hell did that shock come from?!" The fact it was still there bouncing his clothing was surreal. With each bounce on a joint location, Rexford felt an unusual energy course through him. 'Maybe... I hit my head drinking and this is just a delusion?'

*Chck!* The camera eye from the Tablet opens and closed. It then shot light into his eyes creating a feeling of nausea... and freefall.

It was to hard to look away. His vision doubles and his head begins to throb in such a way that he could hear the sound of brain matter pushing against his skull.

*Crack!* Ruptures and bulging cracks illuminate Rexford's body before it appeared to explode into pieces of light particles. Not a single trace was left behind besides a little glowing light above the tablet that fell on the table.

Outside of the bunker, a pair of golden eyes and black eyes watched before the storm grew big enough to obscure all sight. As Rexford, he was in a place beyond the scope of a regular Mortal mind.

A Digitial Field Endless of White and Blue..greets him. Or maybe endless Blue and White. He can't tell at all which one as his sense of self reforms made of Gold and Black into a silhouette.

A calm begins to overtake Rexford, forcing his mind and body into sync. A Gold cloak figure appeared in stark contrast to the view before him. Oddly enough he thought he could see a duplicate Black figure behind it.

A silhouette of some sort that alternates the same as the other figure did.

"Oh Rexford you have grown into a decent young man, but so much to talk about my child." The way the word child was said caused an unnerving sensation. "The Class and stuff don't worry about that. That's for your third Dimension you will go and "Deal" with."

"Right... so who are you?"