| Entity: 1JxxSnN /! |

| Time: 0?:21, Predicted 6 ?ou?s Have Passed |

| Location: Subterranean, Unknown |

| Status: Stable, In Innumerable Pieces |

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Well, THAT doesn't feel good. Not sure how far I fell really. For it to have conveniently taken long enough to go through so many scenarios in my head, it'd have to have been at least a few hundred feet. Also, my thoughts seem scattered. I think one thing and it comes from a direction? This seems odd. Shouldn't my thoughts be contained within myself? It's been a while and I sometimes feel myself being gathered by something sharp but its all too fuzzy to really understand

"Kowaen evha oyu..."

I think I'll just ignore the random voice I heard from several directions at once. Something that has much more of my attention is that I have started to get the sense of touch. More accurately, sensing where I am. I'm everywhere! I'm on the floor, the walls, not on the ceiling if it could be called that, the strangely human-shaped object standing off to my upper left, another strange apparatus in the center of this space, plus I'm starting to slip into the cracks of some kind of narrow, mined-out vein. Oh man, the list goes on. Wait.

Object and Human don't exactly correlate, if I recall correctly... Hmmmm.

'Hello?'

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Well it was worth a shot. From what I've collected of my new non-anthropomorphic body, I have no mouth. This attempt at reaching out into the dull and colorless abyss that surrounds my lack of sharp senses for the mere speck of communication seems to have fallen on deaf mind waves. Or whatever telepathy would be called in the scientific field.

'APPOLOGIES, SETTING UP THIS THING FOR MENTAL TRANS-COMMUNICATION TOOK A LITTLE LONGER THAN EXPECTED'

'GAH! That's really frickin loud; whoever you are, turn the volume down!'

Not one moment later, I pay closer attention to the parts of my being moving around on the inaccurately designated object from earlier. Well less like they are moving around. They are more specifically moving with said person. Hunched over the only other slightly defined object is what I perceive as a truly gargantuan individual. From my perspective, they are at least 10 feet tall, and their hands would span 2 feet or more if they were splayed out. Their sheer might would make the biggest heavyweight lifters look the likes of children. In the few spaces where their clothes didn't cover skin, I can feel the miniscule twitches of their large muscles flexing and relaxing even from where my center of view seems to reside.

Quickly realizing their mistake, they go to remove a few items from this pedestal. 'Is this better?'

I could hardly hear it this time and tried to gesture, raising the volume to somewhere in-between. Naturally remembering my lack of appendages, I call back, 'Now too quiet; right in the middle would do.'

'How about now?' after some more tinkering had been done.

'Perfect!' I reply cheerily. I was feeling a slight stress of mind having not spoken to anyone but myself until just moments ago. I'd have gone insane with no one to explain my situation; not to mention it also felt like a lot more time had passed for my mental than in reality.

'Excellent, now give just one moment and I'll turn on the mana light so you may be able to see.'

This perplexed me. Mana? What do they mean by mana? Like the source of power for those cool spells seen in the vast variety of manga, anime, various forms of literature, and stories? Or is it the stuff that makes up the soul, like some of those meditation advertisements would have you believe or whatever?

Without further notice, the world lit up. It was very warm. Like being a half-vampire in the sun. Uncomfortable to say the least, but hey, I could see! The smooth stone was carved away by water flowing by who knows how many years ago, leaving intricate lines up and down the walls, and the floor had been build in with wood to provide a walking space. It was attached to rope spanning far out of my view above. Most notably was there were only 2 walls. Before if left to my own devices I'd have imagined this place to have been in some kind of enclosed curved pathway; my utter lack of senses makes me feel far less confident alone without this "Mana light". This was in fact nothing like a walkway and instead a ravine?

'You're at the bottom of the elevator to the Benchak Amrill mine. We're about 1200 strides down. Kinda surprised you can still respond with how much of your mass is missing.' With this most recent message they seem to grow exhausted and stand to full height and start winding a pulley system. 'It'll be a quarter day till we're at the top, hope you don't mind the wait.'

'Well I suppose having someone to which I can speak will be of benefit to both of us I suppose.' Soon I feel a sensation of being pulled apart, not anything painful but discomforting. 'Say would you be able to collect a bit of my "mass" as you called it? I'd like to have as much of myself as possible wherever I end up.'

Enjoying this book? Seek out the original to ensure the author gets credit.

I didn't know how to take it when they burst out laughing, the communication device relaying the feeling of being told a good joke.

'You're a funny blob to think I'd be cleaning more of you up than I already have! Ha! You are clueless to what I've already done!' With this they continued their cranking of the crude cast metal gears hoisting us up higher and higher.

'Well I suppose you're right about that. Care to enlighten me? Just a while ago I was in a hospital bed after an accident that left many harmed.'

They turned their face to look in my general direction relaying an emotion of "Really? Are you blind or something?" energy.

'Well frankly yes, I am blind. In fact I think my perception is quite a bit less than what it should be.'

They paused their cranking for a brief moment, a little perturbed by my picking up on their internal quarreling. 'Eh, fair enough. You aren't exactly in perfect condition so I suppose I ought not get mad for your lack of wellbeing.' Resuming their task and looking down in a form of thought 'A few of the meanings you relayed a moment ago weren't familiar. Something like a place where people get patched up by tools using healing mages and the such and a collision of metal boxes in which you travel? Not notions I'm familiar with.'

Here it really sinks in that this really isn't the hospital; it isn't a place I'd know. I'm not the me I used to know and there are far too many questions to pin down on some stranger I just met not 5 minutes ago.

They continued, 'Either way, it sounds a hell of a lot like reincarnation to me, and if I were you, I'd stay quiet about it. People say that killing reincarnates grants all their memories and knowledge of other worlds. But don't mind me, I'll keep your secret safe; I aint gonna blab.'

Well great. It seems I can't just go ask any question to anyone and explain my situation as to why I don't know common knowledge in this unfamiliar land. At that, I take note of the large amount of sloshing in my immediate surroundings. It seems I hadn't taken notice of the bucket my substance was now safely confined to, like how your nose is unfocused unless you strain your eyes looking at it. This new form had the benefit of not needing to flex a muscle to change the distance where my perceived focus was. Like zooming in on a page without any limits whatsoever. That is, until I realize its much harder to expand my point of focus than it is to bring it closer. Struggling to push my view back out, I get a notification.

Primary Skill Progress Update: Perception Variation: LVL 0 -> 0.1

Newly startled, I look out to the floating text. It just floated there idlely, as if awaiting input. Now curious, I reach out with my mind and pull it closer while shrinking its size. Quickly, as if picking up on my intentions, an intricate border fills in the space around it and buttons form for closing and acknowledging its information. Then, like pushing the OK button in a game, it faded away, and only a spec of light was left where it was. Quickly I noticed a change though, as it appeared to be static. Slowly floating down and away from me as we continued our accent. Grabbing onto it with something akin to a mental rope, I tied it to myself, my "brain," in a sense.

That was maybe my worst and best decision as much happened quickly after. New notifications popped up and information filled my "brain". A library on things I could never understand or know without years of just reading alone. Now that I get a feeling of it, it's like I was reading for hundreds of years. Alone. Doesn't help it all these books feel like a fiction.

System User Authorized

Setting Up Level and Status System...

Status System Out of Date... Updating...

0%

1% 2% 99%

Done... Relaunch Needed: Finish Update Now?

Y/N?

I see no reason not to. Yes.

Shutting Down

Predicted Down Time:

211 Years

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