The confirmation that this body was actually from my other world was throwing me for a loop. Everyone around me assumed it was, but I was never sure. After all, I remembered dying in my old world.
In the late twenty-first century, space travel was becoming more and more common. Radiation exposure was beginning to be a serious consideration to the general populace. Technologies had been developed to shield passengers from harmful rays. However, more measures were needed as people spent more time in space. Thus, radiation resistance was artificially coded into the populace's genome. This body, the one I was summoned in, clearly possessed that trait.
Was I reincarnated before I was summoned? Too many questions to answer. As I was dealing with this new information, I suddenly remembered where I was.
Fletcher asked, "Are you okay, young master? You looked ill for a moment."
I nodded and lied, "I'm okay."
