I've been in this place for so long that i've lost the concept of time in this fabricated prison of my own mind's design.
My new body is still not connecting but I have noticed that my connection to this place has increased. The room was becoming more stable by the minute.
The internet was the same as it was in my world- even the same silly cat videos on lifetube- the worlds were almost identical but somehow completely different to the point it felt fake.
Faint flickers of pain fill my head every now-and-then to the point it became dull and became apart of a daily occurrence in my mind.
Recently i've noticed the room had a literal dark side that I am unable to access but somehow feels like it's calling me to the point its driving me mad, like an itch you can't seem to scratch, oh and the voices… oh all the voices.
The voices are quiet rarely but once they're talking they're talking, like the voice of a demon but it also has an angelic sweetness to it.
A dream. A cry for help… A nightmare. Thats my life. Well the life 'they' designed for 'their' puppet.
But now this puppet has no strings attached… anymore.
I may not know their faces or their voices but I know their sins, and i'm here to make you atone for your misdeeds even if i'm one my last breathe I will finish what you started.
*SCREECH*
The sound if metal grinding against itself filled the room with painful sound, like a fork and knife scrapping against a plate. The noise became nauseating after ten seconds.
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I woke up in my body after hearing that stone cold voice. Something was strange about the message, it said subject 1, who is subject 1. Maybe the group would know.
It was the first time since I had actually looked at my surroundings since my return.
It was dark and dusty.
The room started to shake causing the door to open revealing a wasteland of rubbish.
*THUD*
The impact made my limbs quiver from shock since their sudden movement after being inanimate for god knows how long. My clothes were in tatters meaning it had been awhile. It was 2178 last time I was awake.
After 2 miles of walking I saw a bright neon sign advertising army enlistment. Suddenly a wave of voices hit me in my head.
The number of machine talking was almost overwhelming to the point of nausea. Something was different though I could access them easily. I only know this because of past experiences with the iPhone 5 but the more shocking thing was the date.
15th of September… 2216. Asleep for 28 years. My head was filled with questions.
What happened to the company? The government? The people I knew? Where am I? What will happen next?