The cold bite of metal against my skin and the low hum of machinery were the first signals that cut through the fog. A sterile, mechanical embrace, oddly soothing. Somewhere, a rhythmic beeping pulsed in the background, an artificial heartbeat punctuating the thick silence.
In the darkness of my mind, a voice pushed through, urgent.
“Come on, wake up already. I can’t keep this going forever.”
The voice was a strange comfort, a half-remembered dream. I forced my eyes open, fighting through layers of confusion. The dim glow revealed a chamber of twisted metal, flickering panels, and exposed circuitry like spilled guts.
A sickly green haze draped everything, the air thick with an acrid bite that clung to the back of my throat. My vision wavered, colors and shapes bleeding into each other.
“Master? About time you woke up,” the voice continued, its impatience slicing through the concern.
The voice wasn’t from outside. It was inside, resonating in my skull, more felt than heard. My thoughts were a scattered mess, and when I tried to reply, my mental voice barely echoed in the haze.
“Who... who are you?”
“I’m your companion,” the voice replied, steady with a trace of amusement. “Call me Arvie. Focus on waking up; we’ve got a lot to sort through.”
Arvie. The name felt oddly familiar yet distant. Her voice wrapped around me, a strange intimacy in the chaos.
“Why... don’t I remember anything?”
“Not sure,” Arvie’s tone shifted, thoughtful. “My own memory’s not clear either. But from the looks of this place, something catastrophic went down.”
Pain throbbed as I pushed myself upright, every movement a struggle. As my senses cleared, the view struck me like a jolt: wires dangling like severed veins, sparks leaping from the wounds. The walls bore deep scars, evidence of violence.
“By the divines, what happened here?” I thought, struggling to piece together the wreckage around me.
“Looks like a war zone,” Arvie said, her tone serious now, all traces of humor gone. “And that green stuff? Toxic miasma. Yet somehow, we’re still breathing.”
I reached up, my fingers brushing the side of my head where a persistent ache pulsed. “Arvie, where exactly are you?”
“Oh, I’m right here,” she responded cheerfully. “In your head, sharing your neural pathways. Cozy, right? I’ve got a front-row seat to your thoughts.”
The realization hit hard. “You’re... inside my mind?”
“Spot on!” Arvie’s tone turned playful again, too chipper given the circumstances. “Think of me as your inner voice, but with more flair. I can tap into your senses, help manage your enhancements, and provide witty banter when things get rough.”
I raised an eyebrow, the concept both intriguing and unsettling. “So, you see what I see, hear what I hear?”
“Exactly! It’s like we’re partners in this grand adventure. Only, you’re the one with the limbs, and I’m the one with the snappy commentary,” she quipped. “Now, if only we had some Krellon nibs for the road…”
Despite everything, a smile tugged at my lips. “Good to know I’m not alone in this.”
“Always here to keep you company, Master,” Arvie’s voice softened with warmth. “Now, what do you say we get out of this tin can and see what’s left of the world? I’m dying to see what kind of trouble we’re in.”
I took a breath, feeling the burn in my lungs. It should’ve been fatal, but somehow, I was alive, breathing this toxic soup like it was nothing. The realization brought a mix of relief and concern.
Slowly, I forced myself to stand, each step an act of will as my senses sharpened, pulling me back into the world. The green haze beyond the cracked windows shifted and churned, a toxic ocean with a sinister pulse.
“Alright, Arvie. Let’s see what’s out there.”
“That’s the spirit,” Arvie’s voice sparkled with encouragement. “And remember, I’m here for whatever comes next.”
With careful steps, I approached the doorway. The structure groaned, threatening to collapse. My every nerve was on edge, primed for danger.
Reaching the door, I hesitated, fear and curiosity swirling inside me. Beyond it lay a world I couldn’t remember, nameless dangers, and answers to questions I couldn’t yet ask.
With a final breath, I pushed it open and stepped outside. I became a ghost in the ruins, searching for the truth buried in the rubble of my past—before awakening in the mist.548Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡj6lcbiZnWg
