I shifted uncomfortably from one edge of my seat to the next. Samson has been staring at me none stop for the past twenty minutes while he still continued to mutter unintelligible words to no one but himself.
Occasionally he would raise his copper colored head and bring the brunt of his four eyed gaze on me; who was still very much trying to digest the fact that my son might never wake up again.
I was really freaked out about the whole scenario, and worried that there was nothing to be done. To be honest magic sounds like a joke to me, but I was not ready to throw any option away. If the crazy robot says magic exist, and it can save my son, then goddammit I'll believe in magic too.
I was sitting down in what I would consider a lounge, or a waiting area. Behind me was a long hallway that led straight to the lab/infirmary I had just left. Straight across from me and right behind Samson was another hallway that led to what I could only call really sophisticated looking bathrooms.
Then to my left and right were two extra hallways, but I had no idea where they led to. Samson had placed a plate of what I was very sure could not be anything more, than the flying nocturnal snakes that were about to make dinner out of me and my kid yesterday.
The entire meal was burnt and extremely repulsive, it was quite obvious cooking was not one of Samson's many talents.
But left without a choice, I had to close my eyes as I scarfed down the tough chewy meat.
It was an agonizing ten minutes, but I got through it, somehow. But now I had nothing to do but stare at the strange robot and his internal/external musings.
"You're not a mage, are you?" Samson suddenly asked me.
I was a little taken aback by the sudden question, as such I was not sure how to answer. I was aware that Samson has helped all this while due to the fact that he thought I was a mage, but I dreaded what my future or that of my son holds if the copper colored robot should ever find out I was not a mage.
But before I could give a rather cryptic answer, that was neither a yes or a no, Samson suddenly jumped into his own conclusions, frighteningly accurate conclusions.
"I knew it, of course you're not a mage. I would have felt the fluctuations of the elements if you were. But you're not a practitioner of any other magical classes either, or even a physical class. You're body is completely devoid of any energy but for the bare minimum you need to live. Hey mister, where are you from?"
I felt like someone just dropped a stone in my gut, Samson was so eccentric and wrapped up in himself it almost seems like he never listens to anyone but himself. It was a rather stupid characteristic to have, but somehow it had enabled him to make the right judgment about me.
The bottom line of the matter is, I was odd, both within and outside. There would have been a thirty percent chance that my peculiarity would have been discovered by anyone if I was in a more populated place and a zero percent chance if I was in the desert or a secluded place.
However my luck was not that good enough, I ended up in a desert with thousands upon thousands of nocturnal killer flying snakes. I ended up finding a peculiar castle and was saved by an equally peculiar robot. But the price for all that was my son's life, and now my identity as a stranger in this world.
Or course Samson had not really discovered that I was not from this world, so far all the robot had was guess work, incredibly accurate guess work, built on the little pieces of evidence he has been able to collect from me, I should have been a little more careful.
Right now I was deliberating how I could escape from this dilemma. I really did not trust this scary looking robot, especially with those jaws and fangs of his. Not to mention orders from the U.N was that we should keep away from the locals, but then again Samson can not be considered a local too right?
I felt really tired at the moment. The sudden barrage of questions from Samson and the roller coaster of events I've had to experience was really weighing me down. But I had to address the elephant in the room, no matter how I looked at it, my situation was not entirely favorable and this insane robot was the only connection I had to making sense of where I was and what I had to do to save my son's life.
"You're right about me, I'm not from around here." I spoke up suddenly and succeeded in shutting Samson up.
"Well duh, of course I know you're not from around here. I don't need you to confirm it my analysis was extremely thorough and on point. With your weird biology any body with a brain can see that. But the question still remains where are you from." Samson asked still unyielding in his inquiries.
I knew I had to give Samson some sort of bone. It had to be the truth though, or a small variation of it. Because without it, it might be difficult for Samson to render any help to me. But it was still better to keep in mind that the robot can not be fully trusted if at all.
"I can't tell you where I'm from, but what I can tell you is that I'm not from this world."
The lounge descended into a rather awkward silence. Samson's eyeballs that have been dancing all over his face in excitement quickly aligned themselves in a straight line. I felt it gave Samson a look of seriousness and deep thought.
"Hmmm, so it seems you're from an outer layer of the universe." Samson muttered to himself with his hands caressing his chin.
"Huh, what?" I asked confused, he just clearly mentioned that I was from another universe, what the hell did Samson mean by that! As if my inner monologue could be heard out loud Samson chastised me and gave me an explanation.
"Oh don't get your panties in a bunch I clearly understood what you just said. But that doesn't mean what I said was wrong either. The place you're from seems to be rather primitive, for you to think that you were just transported to another world, I dread to think of the kind of technology such a place had used to send you here.
The truth of the matter my dear dimension hopping friend, is that this is a different universe, well a universe within 'The universe. Let me explain it this way, there's only one universe, but this universe is layered like an onion. This layers are called dimensions, with each layer after the next having many similarities but still having equally many unique features that sets them out from the rest. So you're not from another world kiddo, just another dimension or layer, or to be technical universe."
Samson seemed incredibly smug with himself, as if he had just answered or solved a formula that has stumped experts for generations. Of course it could be that smug look came from just schooling a rather ignorant child.
The only problem was, that child did not show any reaction whatsoever to the great lesson he just received. I really could not be blamed for my rather ignorant reaction to Samson's explanations, who would belive such a ridiculous amount of bullshit. I might believe that magic exists, but another universe? Come on this was not a movie. But Samson's next question threw me for a loop as I was hit with intense shock.
"You're from earth aren't you."