My reality
My journey in another world had begun, even if I had clearly lost consciousness. I still felt conscious enough to know that such an event had taken place.
It remained like that for who knows how long. All I saw was black and nothing else; it was as though I had fallen into some bottomless pit. This continued until it came, pain.
Pain so unbearable that it felt as though millions of extremely tiny ants were eating their way out of my body.
No matter what I did or how much I screamed, no one came to my aid. I quite literally watched my skin get peeled off my own skin.
It is an experience I wouldn't even wish for on my enemies, but it was still one I found myself in.
Just as suddenly as the pain began, it disappeared. I knew i signed up for reincarnation, but this wasn't it.
Just as quickly as the pain began, it disappeared, and I could slowly feel myself falling away.
It was as though my consciousness was being pulled away again but even so I felt an irrestible urge to hit something.
Soon after, everything returned back to its primordial state as everything went dark and now here I am.
After only God knows how long, I am finally awake again. I can't tell what was happening. Said withdrawal had happened exactly thirty Eight (38) times since I began counting.
This was probably why they said one shouldn't sign up for things online without doing more research about it. Each time I have woken up, I have done all I could for better research but all I could get was two things.
One, I was on a moon and sunless planet. As for how time and things worked, I have no idea so I am led to believe that this is some sort of magic planet.
Two, I can now process information at speeds that should be impossible for the human mind and in fact it would be better to say that I had developed some form of computer-like mind.
I could multi-task very easily and process multiple thoughts at the same time. I still don't know the limit on the number of thoughts that can be processed simultaneously but I will get there one day.
This means that the being did grant my wish however, the method used though may not be one I approve of. I don't need a genius to tell me that I was no longer human.
I was now some sort of techno-organic being, a Cyborg but even then I had no idea which being in Marvel that had such a planet and created techno-organic soldiers.
"Officially twelve years and yet not even a single movement" I thought as I tried for the Nth time so far to gain control of my body.
In these twelve years, my entire reality has been this glass container that seemed to recharge my body or at least contain it until it is sent out again.
There was only blackness beyond the glass both literally and emotionally…. Well to be more accurate, each time my body comes 'online', I don't exactly lose consciousness.
I have at least learnt to stay awake during such time but I can't see what my body did or sense what it does within this period.
All I hear is the same words over and over again.
Serve, Obey, Hail the Dark God.
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Fifty (50) Years later,
Serve, Obey, Hail the Dark God.
At this point, I am not even sure if there is an escape from this hell. The codes are just to perfect… who makes something like this.
Even airtight spaces most times end up have extremely tiny holes where an extremely tiny and inconsequential amount of air could get in through.
This however was different. It was perfect. Forty three (43) years and yet, I can't even get the eyes under my control.