Anomaly 2
No, no ,no no no nonononono. He did it again, he diverted from the original one and he wasn't slick. The least he could do was at least let the world progress to a year.
But no, he decided to use his big....well small brain to level up the playing board. Now everyone will be far more different than was to be expected.
This...this is a failed experiment, the anomaly proved unreasonable and utterly stupid. How can I use him to keep things in check when he actively doesn't want that.
Stupid boy, this was his last chance. I was nice and extremely generous in my acts but I will not allow this anymore. He will either see it my way or break like this fragile things he is.
"ANOMALY RESET__TESER YLAMONA "
Order acknowledged, beginning lock sequence...re-establishing link. Resetting, tampering with time....boundaries set , anomalies birthed. Refresh success!
[ "The Beginning" ]
Chains and Restrictions, Memories unbound.
" Where....am I?"
I spoke out confused as I pushed myself up from the wet ground. Strangely, I couldn't feel the wetness yet I knew I was wet.
I stared for a second, an unfamiliarity shifting around my mind but wasn't clear enough to simply point out.
" Bloody hell on Earth!" I said in a low suprised voice as I stared at metal feets.
It looked attached to me, I turned my head confused. A habit I formed after much amusement from watching others do it.
Then I raised my hands and looked at them. Three fingers, each unequal to the other and certainly not human.
At first my heart quickened slightly as the though of being something other than human caused my mind to stir though quickly I shifted my focus from that.
I was in a metal body, certainly not organic thus technically I was still human but just in a robot body.
A reasoning which while stupid was the best I could come up with on a whimp, I stood up fairly easily. Again the feeling of unfamiliarity washed over me as I tumbled and lost my footing.
Regaining it just before I fell face down on the muddy waters. Now I looked around and noticed bodies stuck in the mud, meshed together with some being mostly swallowed into the mushy mess.
I walked forward and bent, picking up the body less head of a....droid. I used my hands to clean of part of the mud though as much as I tried, there was still mud on it.
"....A droid..."
" What's a droid....Wait, am I dead?"
" ....Did I get reincarnated?"
" Still, why a droid and a B1 at that?"
" I should probably switch out"
" Impossible!"
Amidst my self questioning to no one in particular, a voice replied to me abruptly and rudely.
" And you are?"
I asked calmly still deliberating whether it was real or not. Which if it was, I hoped it'd be one of two things.
A system for myself or a mind in my head I could converse with because I think it's cool and would prove quite useful.
" I am what I am " It responded in a proud tone.
" Not an answer" I replied to it somewhat intrigued, it seemed more of the voice in my head...I wondered if it could read my thoughts.
" It's all your getting " It replied in a smug tone.
I returned with only silence intent on returning back to the voice but focused on my surroundings.
" I should probably scavenge what I can " I whispered to my self picking up a blaster carbine.
I dusted it off trying to wipe the mud of it which while successful for the larger parts proved unsuccessful to the smaller parts of it.
I waved it, feeling it's weight and just getting a feel of it. Looking around, I saw a headless body with some missing parts.
A wave of ideas washed over me as I internally smiled. I looked back, searching for the head I had found previously.
" If these are B1 battle droids and my knowledge if correct. Fixing up a few should be of no problem."
" Would be helpful having extra hands around and there's a lot of spare parts in here."
" But droid programming could be a problem if a recognized superior finds us. Would be a shame to simply lose all my hardwood. "
" The chances of that is low however. Seeing as this seems abandoned and droids were considered extremely expendable. "
" I would advise you to not focus on that "
The voice spoke out, this confirmed that I indeed was not imagining things as it spoke without me wanting it to.
This also affirms that it's a voice in my head though that could also mean that I subconsciously wanted an opposing opinion hence it's reply.
Which could also mean it's not real, and of the off chance that it is. Certainly seems to have a mind of its own even if we do inhabit the same body and head.
" Why do you say that?"
I asked brushing off my theories and mind conversation, information was much needed in my current situation and I had practically none of it.
" Have you forgotten how notoriously unreliable your power packs are?"
The voice said bringing up quite the good point which I did not think off....yet. Still,I got no warning of a low power so should be much of a problem.
" Normally yes, but you posses qualities not built to be contained in such body. "
" ....I see "
Was my only response, mostly out of suprise. It afterall responded to a thought of mine with a sentence structured in a way that made no other sense.
So no mind privacy for me then, best to confirm it though if it does read minds. It should be aware of my current thought process.
" Do you need words to understand me?"
I asked straight to the point as I saw no reason on further poking at something I'd eventually get used to.
" You noticed that fast "
" You slipped up "
" An intentional act "
We exchanged a few nice words with each other before my mind further subconsciously picked out another thing.
To be more specific, it wasn't much of problem since I would have eventually found out and seemed to pose no immediate problems for now.
" What is my name?" I asked it, I noticed when I got here that while no memories of my former activity surfaced for me.
Information of certain topic that seems so normal do surface. So selective anemia perhaps though this seems too selective.
Besides, this much should confirm that I am not in fact in a dream or perhaps this is the famed lucid dream.
" All information currently withdrawn will be withheld until conditions have been met. You are advised to begin preparations for the withheld memories ready to be re-pieced into your mind "
The voice said to me, speaking in a montone robotic tone. I began to doubt whether I should actually get used to it and instead try to find a way to get rid of it.
" Would I get this response for any out of the world question?"
I asked, half paying attention to the new development and half scavenging what I can from the pile.
" No "
" Well then, To clarify. Are you my golden spoon?"
" Negative"
".....So just a voice?"
" Negative"
I either did not phrase those questions properly, the voice is lying or my theories are wrong. Seeing as there are 2 other most likely options, I better eliminate them.
" To save you the time, think of me like a hand " It said to me. Honestly I felt a sense of gratitude from it as it saved me time I could use for more useful things.
" You should do this often "
" Don't count on it "
So more of a helping hand which can be viewed as a Golden spoon. Now just to find the right use for it apart from the companion part.
" A hand doesn't only help "
It said, causing me to frown not because of her response but rather the format. It's structure and potential future meanings.
" Don't speak fucking cryptic " I said, mildy irrated and further annoyed at the implication of this new information.
What I liked best were clear things, riddles are fun but not when you need the information they reveal. Then it just becomes annoying and utterly stupid.
Having a voice that speaks cryptic was utterly useless to me. It'll just create more questions with more time simply taken up.
I'd rather search the information on my own if it comes down to that which would mean getting rid of the voice.
"....I can read your mind...."
" ....."
" I am a chain that binds you and free's you. 'It' tried to control you which proved disastrous for 'It' "
" I am here to unlock the chain 'It' placed on you but also help you to see the bigger picture. "
" Still damn Cryptic "