A man called Mark was sitting in a metal chair in a white walled room. Right next to him was a small metal table. He was lit up by a singular hanging lamp in the middle of the room, making the rest of the room a seemingly endless void. What Mark didn't know that directly to the right of him was a window made of bulletproof glass, where three people in white coats were watching his every movement. A door opened in front of Mark, letting in a large wave of blinding white light. A man dressed very elegantly stepped into the room with a briefcase in hand, and kneeled down in front of Mark. He tapped on his face, and smiled happily.
- It's working. - The man said, and started crying from happiness. - IT'S WORKING! -
Mark suddenly looked down at the man, who was smiling.
- Welcome back to the world, Mark. -
- Where am I? -
- You are in a test chamber of Nox Industries. -
- What day is it? -
The man looked at Mark in silence.
- It is October 3rd, 2095. -
Mark chuckled and smiled at the man.
- Oh, Thomas, you have always been the funny guy. Oh man. - Mark chuckled Thomas' seriousness off, but soon realized he is not kidding.
- It has been 60 years, Mark. -
Mark looked at Thomas, who stood up. Mark was confused, but still couldn't believe Thomas.
- How are you alive then? -
Thomas took out a small vial from the briefcase and put it down next to Mark on the table.
- Drink it while you have the chance to. -
Thomas then walked away from Mark and closed the door behind him. Mark took the vial in his hand, and looked at it. Somekind of greenish liquid was bubbling in the glass, sticking to the walls of the vial like a type of goo. Mark suddenly felt sick and dizzy. He collapsed on the ground, holding on on all fours, feeling the world rotate around him. One of the personnel behind the bulletproof window stood up, but another pulled him down.
- He'll be fine. -
The man sat down, as Mark slowly reached forward, grasping at the air, when he suddenly threw up. Mark's body were shaking, and he felt like the Earth was spinning a hundred times faster than usual, so he struggled to stay conscious, but he opened the vial and downed it. He gulped, not wanting to throw up again, as the personnel watched anxiously if the liquid in the vial will do what it is supposed to, when Mark suddenly blacked out and collapsed on the ground.
The personnel sighed in relief, knowing 20 years of research and science was not lost in vain.
- We did it, boss. -
- After 20 years of work. The Rejuvenation Project is a success. - Thomas said, and grinned. - Nighty-night, Mark. Have a good night's sleep. -