'What the hell is this? My kind? From what I can tell, I'm a human, too?' Rick was fuming. It looked like the same shit happened across worlds too.
The doctor saw that Rick was getting angry and warned him again. "I personally don't care about the Novalite or any of that other stuff. All I know is that I'll treat a patient in front of me and I don't want to have to treat him again, because he has a hot head. It's best that you leave for your safety."
Rick calmed down a bit, as he could tell the doctor was trying to show him some goodwill.
"Ok, doctor. I appreciate the heads up. Can I have my things?"
"Umm, you had nothing, but the clothes on your back. Those things were so tattered after you accident, that we gave you some extra scrubs we had around." The doctor scratched his head a bit awkward.
"Now, get out of here. I'm sure you have some folks waiting for you, right?" The doctor shooed him away.
Rick got the hint and left the hospital. As he was leaving, he could hear whispers from the staff and patients.
"Damned Novalite, tainting our hospital! It would have been better for him to die on the street."
"I heard Novalite sacrifice kids to their high-ranking members who have 'supernatural' powers. Disgusting."
Those whispers did not escape Rick's ears. He didn't know if it was the previous kid's memories or his own disdain for prejudiced behavior, but he was pissed. He held it in, because he knew it would do more harm than good in this place, plus he remembered the doctor's goodwill.
'I'll remember this.' He scoffed in his mind.
[System update: Reformation Reasons. User can create reasons for World Reformation on certain planets. It can be from experience. Hearsay. Or, just because you feel like it. System will keep tally of the reasons and they can be viewed in your status window.]
'Oh, you said something interesting, Little Voice. Let me get to a safe spot and let's take a look at this status window.'
Rick left the front of the hospital and walked toward an alley that 'Previous Rick' was familiar with. He continued walking until he found a door, well it was more like a trap door. He opened it open and went down a ladder until he smelled an awful stench.
It was a sewer! Or, the equivalent of a sewer on Earth, except the smell was worse. He didn't think it could get worse, considering he lived in New York City.
"These people sure know how to shit! It smells like a Port-a-Potty mixed with pig and cow shit." Rick let out his last rant and cover his nose with the sleeve of the scrubs.
He walked along a trail, until he found an entrance. From his previous memory, he had to do a secret knock. He tapped three times, paused, then two more times. He waited for a few seconds, before the door opened and a grotesque looking old guy with an 'N' on his neck came forward.
"Rick, we thought we lost you... *cough* We heard you were struck by a car on the surface... *wheeze* You shouldn't go back up there and stay here with us..." the old man named, Horus, sounded like he was one foot in the grave.
'Damn, it's like talking to a zombie! What's worse is I don't know if it's the sewer or his breath I'm smelling.' Rick thought.
"Hey Horus! You know me, I'm as resilient as a roach. I'll keep coming no matter how many times you try to squash me, haha!" Rick laughed. He didn't even know why he said this self-degrading nonsense, it just flowed out.
"That's our... Rick...*wheeze* the Roach! Come in, so we can hear...*hack* the story about how a car...*cough* squashed, ya," said Horus, as he struggled to breath.
'Man, they really shouldn't have this dude talk.'
Rick thought before being ushered into their lair.
"...and that's what happened. I walked out of that hospital all smug-like and told them, 'you better watch ya back, Surfies'" Rick was embellishing an entire story for the sake of these Novalites.
"That's how ya get the Surfies, Roach!"
"Yeah, I knew a car wouldn't keep ya down!"
Shouts could be heard from all of the people in this lair.
"Alright... *cough* let Rick get some... *hack* rest. We can... *cough* ... *wheeze* ..." Horus couldn't finish and just waved his hand.
'Someone please help him, but thanks to him I'm free!' Rick heaved a sigh of relief.
He started walking down a hall toward a room that felt familiar. There was a cot on the floor and the belongings he thought he had on the surface were spread across the room.
'Geez, 'Previous Rick' you have at least cleaned up the place. Well, I guess, you didn't expect to die.'
Rick looked around this green-ish looking room. It looked exactly like how bandit hideouts are described, rundown and disgusting. He sat on the cot and roaches scurried in every direction.
'I guess it was more than a name...' Rick shuddered at the sight of all of the filth.
Rick was at his wit's end, "Ahhh! I can't think in this place! I have to clean it somehow."
[User, reminder that Beginning Package is available.]
"Ah, shit! That's right, maybe I can get some disinfectant or bleach from it."
[...]
"What? Anyway, how do I open the Beginning Package? Is it in that status window thing?"
*Ping*
A screen showed up in front of Rick's face. It showed everything about him. His skill level, attributes, Reformation Reasons, and an inventory.
[User, look inside of your inventory.]
"Do I click it or just say it? I'm an old man, err, I was one. I'm still an old man in mind."
[...] [User, it is sufficient to say the word in your mind.]
'Inventory.' The tab opened up and inside was a gift box.
"Oh, that's cute. Come on open up!"
[Beginning Package opened.]
[1 Wish]
[World Reformation Starter Kit]
[Beginner's Combat Equipment]
[Beginner's Survival Kit]
"That's pretty cool. Do you mind explaining what these are? The wish seems self-explanatory, but can you tell me when I can use it?"
[Answering User: A wish can be used at any point. It will register with the system and it will be determined whether the wish shall be granted. Additionally, the wish can be denied, if it goes against the system's Terms and Conditions.]
"Terms and Conditions? You mean the shit no one reads. I didn't know you had them. Little Voice, let me take a look to make sure I agree with them.
*Swoosh*
A huge panel appeared in his mind.
"Th-Three thousand pages?! I'm not reading that shit. Where do I hit agree to get out of here?"
[...]