In a brightly lit laboratory whose walls cling to the very term "White", an equally white, and blinding, egg shaped chair houses a single man. His hair dark and short, eyes wide open, but vacant and listless. Brown eyes staring at the ceiling with no recollection of his past and present. Three drills in his perception, tips staring with menacing intent toward his face.
A drill over his left eye, a small metallic crevice so thin it is almost non existent. The drills over his right eye is equal in size, taunting him. Each time he glanced between the three his pupils became larger in contrast to the bright light. The black overtaking the brown, as his brain picked up the smallest details of his surroundings.
He shouldn't be here.
Only one emotion overtook his being. The emotion crept from the center of the back of his neck and crawled across his body leaving goosebumps in its wake.
A light beep echoing in the unknown white, increasing faster, the more he became aware of his surroundings and himself. The rhythm in his chest. pounding wildly in tempto to the beat. His shoulders struggled against black straps grappling his torso and embracing his back against its cold hard surface.
'Why am I here'
His knees helplessly fought against the force of the straps his body. Flailing wildly as his voice discovered desperation and was muffled against the firm rubber ball fed into his mouth. His blooding crawling with the knowledge that what was happening was undoubtedly wrong and the more he struggled the more desperation and the desire for freedom both drowned him, and shackled his mind. The enveloping terror, evolving his moans into loud wails of infinite sorrow. The brightness of the room drowned in screams.
'Who am I'
He struggles harder whipping his neck forward for the first time.
Silence touches the room like a blessing, whispering peace to the world.
Pain.
A sharp kiss from the drill placed between his brows. Begging like a teenage lover, to become one with its subject of desire. The place was no accident, The Throne, was its target.
For many years, hundreds of years, humans believed the soul is seated between the brows. Ones conscious mind, Ones perception of Reality, Ones eternal and everlasting soul. The Throne is wear it sat, and observed the actions of men and the world. Observing the Laws of Karma, and the Laws of Man.
"It seems it's time to start." A voice cracked the silence, unknown in location and no place in sight. The voice was deep, and for a moment soothed the loneliness in his heart and helplessness in his mind.
'Who is that' His mind became silent, searching for any clue for the answer. Frantically whipping between every direction he direction he could see, despite the drills constantly reminding him of their existence.
"We should begin." A much more light and feminine voiced floated to his hears, despite the weight in its meaning that caused his naked muscles to involuntarily twitch against the straps.
"Test Subject Osiris-AlphaOne" She continued."
"Age is Twenty One.
"Forceful detainment and capture. Found guilty of one account of Rape, four accounts of Murder, and evading arrest."
'Rape. Who. Why did I. That is not me.'
'Who am I.'
Despite his thoughts intruding the woman's speech, the voice continued.
"Special Operations Unit, Guilty, captured him after a year of searching in a 'premium' hotel being serviced by 10 women. Upon detainment he threatened to bite his own tongue off and was given the Amnesia Drug, Laximine-ThirtyThree, and was bought by SoulTech to become a test subject of Osiris-Alpha. In order to Analyze and Discover it's faults and values. You may begin."
The woman's voice was abrupt and commanded the air around him. As if in response a loud click resounded in the air and startled him. The bright white around him dimmed, but only for a second, as a soft low hum began to fill the darkness. Once more the pupils of his eyes expanded, and flickered towards the drills which sung the promise of pain into his sight.
The drills hastened and inclined slowly towards him, growing larger in his vision. Moving along an invisible string, creeping closer as if asking only to taste his skin.
Pain.
'PAIN'
Throat clogging the air once more with unbearable burdens of despair crawling from his lungs and flooding into the room.
Scorching ripped through his mind and flesh. Pain erupted in every pour of his flesh.
The hair on his arms rising to the sky praying to an unknown god to be released from its host. Toes curling and whipping into angles unknown to the joyful. Hands pleading with all its force to bury its nails into the impossibly resilient material beneath him.
A loud crack sounded as his voice grew horse and more desperate to be heard. His index finger was the first to snap and break. The pain of his broken finger was a small reprieve and peace away from the invading forces burying into his eyes and mind. Blood flowed down his cheeks and pooled beneath his neck, hiding from the light.
'Help.' The mans mind echoed this word until its meaning became lost.
His legs kicked harder in a fruitless attempt to escape. Another crack sounded and with it, another small oasis away from the baptizing fires of pain eating away at his body.
'Somebody' Even the desperate thoughts in his minds became tired with despair, as the realization slowly struck.
This is the End. Game over. The black screen for all eternity.
'I don't want to--'
Another crack echoed in the room, this time consecutively followed by seven more. All of his fingers destroyed. The bones torn through the flesh and tendons of his fingers, stabbing into his soon-to-be coffin.
The Drills stopped.
His fingers stopped.
His legs stopped.
His body laid limp and seemingly without life.
The beep was still steady and faint in the room, mimicking his frantic heart.
"Continue." The females voice once again came into his ears. Fear sprouting like a vine clinging to his mind with its thorns.
Another click followed her commend, and a faint cooling sensation filled his head. A bitter yet sweet liquid thick like honey touched the back of his tongue, dripping into his throat. The feelings of pain slowly subsiding as the waters of peace washed over his existence.
The drill at the center of his forehead began to move. He didn't understand how, nor did he have the energy or desire to attempt to, he could feel the drill part and something heavy insert into his mind. As for the drills in his eyes, it felt like a wire prodded deep into his mind and began to search.
The invasive, metallic wires moved like serpents until they meet the hard object within his head. Although he couldn't see it, a fight light began to emit from the drills. Energy travelling from the center of each drill, pulsing into the wires and bringing the machine to life within his mind.
[SOULTECH Inc,]
../Starting Operation Sequence
../Attempting to find Host Root
../Retry Attempt 1
The words appeared in his thoughts as if they were his own. Many more wires expanded into his mind and permeated the energy within the machine through his brain. His synapses firing off at extreme speeds.
../Found Host Root
../Seating Throne
../Throne has been acquired
../Quantifying Host Ability
../Retry Attempt 1
../Retry Attempt 2
../Retry Attem--
The once white roomed broke its silence and erupted into darkness. Multitudes of small electrical beams sprang to life within the void, reaching out at everything before the world became silent.. Before the darkness began to overtake his emotions, the violent jolt of electricity poured through his being and ruptured every vein. His mind, and the machine, both fried upon integration..
[Welcome Osiris-AlphaOne]
A voice filled the darkness, and slowly the sensations of existence filled his soul.
[Status Quantified]
[../Name-Osiris-AlphaOne]
[../Age-21]
[../Physical Attributes--
--Strength-1
--Speed-1
--Resilience-1
--Recovery-1
--Mastery-1]
[../Would you like to Establish a Foundation?]
[Yes]--[No]