Onver, feeling a sense of shock, found himself floating on the surface of an ocean-like expanse, the transparent red disk beneath his feet providing an ethereal footing. Beside him, Martha bombarded him with a barrage of questions.
"Hey Onvy, why aren't you answering my questions?" she exclaimed. Onver shook his head, either denying something or expressing that he was not in the mood to talk.
"Humph, come on," Martha persisted. "Use cute little floating words on the sluggish red screen of yours ."
Once again, Onver shook his head, closing his eyes in an attempt to recall the fragmented memories implanted in his brain. As he pieced the events together, he began to understand what had happened and what type of memories had been Implanted in him and the girl in front of him.
