After passing through countless numbers and rows of capsules, I am still not at my destination. I have been flying for a while too, it's been around 20 minutes now. I during the way I occasionally get dizzy a bit, but thanks to 42, I can fly straight while he helps me to keep my balance. My head hurts still.
"Hang on! Almost there... ah, look up ahead!"
I look in front as 42 suggested. I am finally reaching the end of the sea of capsules. Beyond them, there is a basal shape structure, with empty space in between. That structure was floating in air, nothing is connected to it from any direction. Behind that structure is a wall, the wall is metallic and it has white lights coming out of the wall's center. The light is in a horizontal rectangle that seems to stretch out on the entire wall. I did not have enough energy to look around to see where it leads. Instead I look at my navigator, and it's directing me straight to the structure in front of the wall.
"what is that?"
"That's a gate portal!" 42 responds "It will activate once you reach it"
Gate portal... once again I find a familiar word, Portal, which I have no memory of. At this point I'm not surprised, I guess there will be more words that I will feel familiar with. However, I don't have the energy to think about it. I feel like I will pass out at any moment; I feel weak.
The gate is far bigger and wider than I had realized once I get closer to it. It's about six meters wide and four meters tall. Once I reach approximately 2 meters away from it, according to my navigator. On top of the gate, I notice there is a structure that has a robotic eye. From that eye, a red beam scan my body. After the scan, a message popped up on my navigator, however I can not understand what it's saying.
"Ah! Let me handle that." said 42
I am still in face down position. 42 sent a beam of his own to the gate's eye, from my back. I can't see 42 directly, but I can see what he is doing on the navigation system. Screens of messages going back and forth. For a moment I see the navigation map zooms out and becomes larger, and 42 clicks a specific place on the map. The map disappears, but from the glance I had; it look like it was the map of the entire facility we were in; it was very huge! I couldn't make out where we were exactly, for it went away too quickly.
The gate suddenly contrasts in to a smaller size, it looks like it's coming down to match my size. Between its empty space, a light came on, a white cloudy light that was spinning like a whirlpool. I guess that's a portal. Funny; this time I feel my guts feeling is agreeing with my logic, not only it makes sense, but I have a feeling that that is a portal. I felt being pulled in to the portal, like someone welcomes me in to their world with open arms. It is an excellent mood; I felt calm.
Right when we were about to be completely pull in by the portal, 42 said:
"Oh, I forget to tell you, there will be gravity on the other side, so you might want to straighten up, otherwise you will land on your face"
"Wait what?!, You tell me that nowwwwwwww!"
I got pulled in; I am suddenly in this tunnel surrounded by light, leading me somewhere, I tried to straighten my position, but I couldn't budge.
"Oh, it too late now!" said 42
Thanks captain, obvious! The light tunnel suddenly ends with me thrown out of it like a flying maniac, and I land on my face. I don't think I can get up, to make things worse, I feel I'll pass out again. Not to mention now I'm feeling even more dizzy.
"Ouch, hey!" said someone
To my surprise, my face landed on between two smooth hard surfaces, and they were bouncy. I try to get away, but I am weak, so I put my hand on one of those smooth surfaces to get away. It felt squishy. I manage to finally get up, take a deep breath, adjust my glass, and inspect what I just land on. The first thing I notice, is her long, silky, gold hair tied in to a ponytail, and on the top sides, some of her hair are tied together around her head; making it look like she's wearing a bracelet crown. She has blue eyes, and they are wide, and her eyelashes are long and silky gold. She has slim eyebrows and are also silky gold. She had petite pink lips, narrow and they seem to be smooth. Her ears are long, narrow and pointy at the top, just like the one from that room when I first woke up. The being in that room was definitely a man, but this one is a female! Her skin is fairly tan, but I can see her cheek turning red. She is gorgeous, but the way she is looking at me like that? It's like she's looking at a disgusting monster! Why? I look down and see that one of the bouncy smooth surfaces I'm touching is her suit area covering her chest... and my hand just squeezing it again out of reflex for a moment. I feel light-headed, dizzy, and distinctively feel something is wrong! I feel a liquid running down my nose again and feel a ping of headaches. I look back at her.
"Oh uh, I have to eject, you're on your own human, nice knowing ya!" Said 42.
42 jumps out of my suite and hovers away quick. I finally realize what is going on, but at that moment, something landed on my face, and made me flew off of her. My back slammed the wall and after a few seconds, I finally slide down on the floor slowly. I am now loosing conscious. .
"Get off of me, you disgusting pervert!"
It's the last thing I hear. She has a sharp voice, but still soft tone... Then I lost my conscious.
I am setting at a table outside; surrounded by a building, in a yard. I could see the classrooms from the windows, although most were closed. On one particular side, that had an enormous window. It was the cafeteria; it was full of students having their meal. This must be another flashback, for I can't move or speak, can only observe. This time, however, I am no longer aware of my surrounding; I am completely submerged with my flash back. I have long finished my meal and sitting with a group of student.
Ah! Now I remember! This area is only for students that are seniors of the high-school, which that's what my friends were, and I was... supposed to be a senior, but I wasn't. This was my second junior year, I was repeating the year, for I did not have enough credit to graduate and was far behind from my classmates. Why was that? Well, English wasn't my first language, and the program I was in to learn English quickly deemed necessary for me to repeat another year. Technically, I am not supposed to be here, but no one knew about my situation, yet. The school year had just started, and the news hadn't reached to my friends yet, but the school teachers already knew, and had made a special pass for me.
There were two reasons that I sat with these students, which were my friends. The two reasons were; I knew once my friends graduate, they will all carry on with their lives. I had a few close friends who were in the same situation as me, but they have moved to a different school, so I plan on spend as much as time as possible before they graduate. The second reason? The girls were cute, and there was this one girl I had a crush on, which I haven't had the courage to talk to her. This year I was planning on confessing to her. She had long silky black hair, went just below her neck. She had wide blue eyes, and they were always lively. She has white skin, almost pale. She had an amazing smile too; it was like she was an angel out of a fairy tale.
As the flash back went on, I remembered how my plan ended. In the end I never had the courage to confess, and she was interested in someone else. I always stood out like a sore thumb since I misunderstood a lot of common sense and the way of the local interactions, I was still not quite a costumed, especially to the slangs and slogans. I had a funny accent, and how I did things wasn't accustomed to others here. Sometimes when people talked to me, they were talking too fast, or the slangs they used was alien to me. Some people were understanding and were patient with me, and most others wouldn't really care, but often I would get bullied, laughed at, and hear people talk behind my back. I wasn't the type to really care about these nonsense, and I usually confronted the bullies; although I always end up with bruises. I dealt with bulling even back in my original home, so nothing new there.
At first girls would mostly find it cute and funny of my unique approaches, and were carious of my costumes. I used those unique approaches as means to grab attention and to be funny. Eventually, most of them found me annoying instead, it backfired. Sometimes I would make inappropriate jokes thinking it's funny, or do something that was unnecessary. I always had trouble reading the mood between people. It was like I was someone who was a means of entertainment for others which eventually got out of trend. To make things worse, back in my original place, males and females would go to separate schools. So when I moved here and found out males and females went together, it was a shock. It was easier to interact with boys, even with my lack of English, but with girls, I would freeze. That eventually would give wrong impressions, of course my approaches to grab attention did not help. Where was my original home? Was I moved here? Why? why do I remember what happened, and even remember how schools were like in both places, but nothing else, not even their names. Finally, why am I remembering this specific memory?
I soon found out the answer to one of my questions. I came out of the locker room and was heading toward the gym. Then suddenly someone covered my eyes from behind and pushed me inside a room and closed the door. I fell down on the floor. I find myself inside the girl's locker room. Most of them were changing. The door behind me shut close and made a loud bang. All the girls looked my way.
"AAHHHH a pervert!"
A girl screamed and shouted, and everyone else screamed and shout too. I turned to open the door and leave, but the door wouldn't open. I tried to push harder. Nope! It wouldn't budge. I turned back around to the chaotic scene. some were shouting and calling names, some were hiding, some were making cat noises. I was quite embarrassed myself, and I saw myself in the mirror. My face? It was tomato red, but that didn't help me. I put my hand up in the attempt to calm them down and show that this is all a misunderstanding. while doing that, stupid me took a step forward. The girls panic even more and threw things. Something hit my face, and I felt something running down my nose. I retreated in the corner near the door, kneeling down and shielding myself with crossing my arms in front of me. There was no way to communicate, the only thing I could do is hang on; until either they calm down or someone opens the door. The door behind me suddenly opens, and a female adult steps in and shouts.
"What is going on in here! What's with all the fuss?"
"That pervert snuck in here to peep at us!" One girl shouted.
Since I was in front of the door, I was therefore in front of the lady. I looked up at her, and I realized she was our P. E coach. She looked down at me, looking at my nose bleeding.
Well, shit... This won't end well. That was what I thought back then.
Moments later, I was at the principal's office. Sitting in front of a big bald man, his skin seemed to be rough and white, and he had a big scar crossed his right eye; he was intimidating. He kept his eyes on the computer screen most of the time, but occasionally glanced at me. The coach was there too, standing behind the principal with her arms crossed. She would shake her head occasionally at the screen. She had long brown hair going down until her shoulders, her hair seemed to be smooth and strait, and would make an upward curve at the ends of her hair. Her skin was ebony and seemed to be smoother compared to the principal's. Her face was a bit narrow. They both had masculine built body. I was really nervous then; I attempted a few times to explain what happen, only to be silenced by the principal with a raise of his finger. So I hopelessly awaited my doom. To my surprise, however. They knew exactly what was going on. It turns out that they had a surveillance camera at the front of the locker room doors.
As the principal was looking at the screen, he said: "We see a guy grabbing you and pushing you from behind, unfortunately he had a hood and a mask on." Then he turns his head toward me and continued. "Do you know by chance who it is? Do you know anyone who is against you, or does not like you?"
I thought about it for a moment, for I knew I annoyed many people, but I doubt it was to the point where someone would wish to harm me. Then again, this happened to me. I told them what I thought.
"I am not sure, I mean I know I annoy some people, but I doubted it would be to extend for someone to do this."
The principle gazed at me for a few moments with his deep dark black eyes. Like a hawk staring at my soul.
"It will surprise you, there are people out there who will do something even if they get a little annoyed. Mind telling me who they are?" Raising his left eyebrow as he asked.
I was about to tell him, but I felt something was wrong, like my stomach dropped and felt it wouldn't be a superb idea to tell him. What if I point out someone who didn't do it? How much trouble will they be in? What if I point out the right person, but he finds out?
"Will they be in trouble? I mean, I'm not even sure if it's any of them; besides, I don't want to be the person to have told on them if I get the right person. Also, I like to point out that some of it is my fault that they get annoyed, although I don't mean it," I responded.
The coach was looking at me and gave out a soft smile: "You don't have to worry about that dear. We are trying to find a lead to go on, and we won't tell anyone about this. This will take us a while to figure out."
"What we will do is to ask them individually, and your certainly not alone kid. There are others in the same shoes as you're in." The principal added.
I give the names to the principle. I find it strange, even as my past self telling him the names, I can't hear them! After that, the principle and the coach were discussing their plan with each other, while I was looking at my reflection from the glass. I have a slim face, my eyebrows a bit thick, and at the middle, there was a trace that suggested that it connected them. My face was full of pimples, and I had braces and glasses. I did not have any fat, nor muscle, I was very skinny. My eyes had a bit of black circle underneath. My look wasn't very attractive.
My vision focused beyond the glass, and behind it, there was a hallway. In the hallway there was a board which had many posts and commercials hanging on them. It included all the military branches information. I was looking at a particular one; it was a new branch compared to others; Space Force. During this time Humans had just finished colonizing one of Jupiter's moon and we're looking beyond our solar system. They had found other habitable planets, and there were scouts scheduled to take off towards that planet. The news was all over it, but there were also Space pirates and Space terrorists. For these reasons Space Force was created. At the time I didn't care for it much, for I was mourning over how I lost my chance to confess, and will be forever alone... like how a typical sad teenager thinks; however, in my senior year, when I was deciding what to do, that poster played a major role in my decision making. I should mention that after that incident, I had no luck in going out with any girls. They branded me as the foreign perv nerd in that school.
I wake up, only to find 42 hovering in front of my face.
**To be continued**