3 weeks back and Peter had not been able to move. He was almost a vegetable; outside of the machine showing life signs everything was being dine from him.
He was like a porcupine, a multitude tubes reaching out to so many electric devices and today alone over 100 of them had died to what Peter was about to experience.
"Hello there, Peter."
If he could even tell he was hearing the woman, the hopeless patient would have known it was Mrs. Rose Marilyn.
"I know you can here me so I will give you an offer."
Beep.
Beep.
Beep.
"So, out of consideration of your friends. That is, out of wanting them to owe me favours, I will help you."
Beep.
Beep.
Beep.
"However, you too will owe me favours. After all it is your life we are fixing aren't we?"
When she reached the door it was opened from the outside and after she left a bunch of men and weapon in lan coats quickly filed in.
A week passed and there were less tubes coming from him. In fact the ones now protruding from his body where from organs.
The Heart
The Liver
The Spleen
The Gall Bladder
The Bladder
The Stomach
Among others, they were split into different sets and they weren't attached to regular machines like life support.
They looked almost like mechanical forms of the afore mentioned organs.
The first day of the 2nd week, his joints had been replaced with mechanical parts. All of them having gleaming steel on them know.
Chip and Operating System Synchronising.
Synchronisation Fail!
Peter's body began shaking and buckling as blood poured out of his face, the doctors running about.
Three more days had passed.
Chip and Operating System Synchronising.
Chip and Operating System Synchronised.
…
Operating system and Organs Interface Loading…
Operating System and Organs Interface Loading…
Operating System and Organ Interface Loading…
Operating System and Organ Interface Failed To Synchronise
He curled in like a fetus then suddenly stretched out taut, remaining in that position which moved the doctors into a frenzy.
Chip and Operating System Synchronising.
Chip and Operating System Synchronised.
…
Operating system and Organs Interface Loading…
Operating System and Organs Interface Loading…
Operating System and Organ Interface Loading…
Operating System and Organ Interface Synchronised.
…
The 2nd week since he woke up.
Operating System and Organ Reboot..
Operating System and Organ Reboot…
Operating System and Organ Reboot…
…
The w
The first thing he saw was a ceiling. Looking down, he saw a familiar face but not one he expected.
Where was Jacob? Where was John? Where was Tumunomi Escaver?
"Can you help me get my friends, please."
"Your friends left without you."
"Are they at the next phase?"
"Welcome back Peter. I am sure you have a lot of questions."
"Yes in fact I d-"
"Peter, you have been given a second life how will you pay me back?"
Peter looked at her and clenched his fists.
"What do you want?"
Later that week Mrs Rose Marilyn began pushing him to get back in action.
Though, he never left the room itself it some how looked bigger
"What happened?"
"To what exactly?"
"The room feels… Bigger."
The older woman chuckled, "AreaModifiers are less profound than SpaceModifiers but basically theu make a section of space look bigger or smaller."
"Yeah, I tried reaching he dor once and it took me longer than it should have. It was… weird to say the least."
She noded and clasped her hand behind her back.
"Attention!"
He immodest put his legs together and saluted.
"The 2nd Phase is going to start in 2 more weeks."
He was standing beside his bed, doing regular exercises at her command.
"When will I see them?"
"Depends?"
"On?"
"Do you want to be a liability?"
"No."
"Exactly."
"I don't understand."
"You just trust me."
In between his exercise breaks he was shown history, geography, science, technologies, pictures and movies.
Today was history.
She threw something in the air that expanded to fill 10 Square Meters. A slideshow of images and short clips of videos began displaying on it.
"In the year 5,000 there was a great war between Mankind and Beasts. We expected a successful invasion truly. Little did we know however, that not only were they intelligent and cultivated extensively, their continent is so diverse that after every wave we had to redevelop our tactics."
She kept quiet.
"1,000 times we attacks nd 1,000 times we failed."
"On the surface, we hate them as mich as they hate us, but in reality deals and agreements have been made behind the public eye."
…
The Beast Continent has Dirt-Lands, Underdark and The Sky Mountains. Dirt-Lands are simply the surface ground and these are broken down into Dystopias, Metropolises and Utopias.
"Dystopias usually deal with Bronze and Silver Hyur, have 4 lanes for transportation above surface and and alo Undersystem like our Subways and Underground Trains"
"What is it?"
"When you say 4 lanes do you mean like one above the other?"
"Yes; Roads with something like tar that makes them. For the ones above ground, Stabilizer Pods levitate and form lanes in horizontal rows and columns much kike roads."
"How do they go from one lane to another?"
"JumpStops help with that. Picture a strain station that allows such a switch. Except if there was an accident and then lanes were switched at the point of wreckage."
He was silent.
"Clear?"
He nodded.
Now, Metropolises. These ones deal in Silver Hyur and Gold. They are separated by Street, Block, Districts, and Estates, their…
…
"Trees like humans can cultivate."
"You brought it up before, but what exactly is cultivation exactly."
"Simply put, pushing yourself to the limits then finding a new ceiling to break through again."
"You mean like, becoming the best I could and then like… Becoming even better."
"Yes."
His eyes shone and she was happy inside. Maybe all me needed a taste of power before they awakened. The Peter she knew of before was not this bold
"So, trees, like humans can cultivate. They do so much slower, of course. But naturally they have longer life spans."
Every multiple of 10, they experience a growth – 10, 100, 1,000, 10,000, 100,000, 1,000,000 and so on and so forth."
"When you say transform what do you mean?"
"They can get a body based off he nutrients they have been absorbing from the soil, the aun they have been getting, the elements of weather and the fruits that such a combination produces."
"You said get a body?"
"Yes."
"Wow."
…
In each of these she would ask him to detail all that he saw, asked him to mimic what he liked and they did not move on until she was satisfied
At some point she had even shown him martial arts and doen to the body type he wanted.
Peter has picked his preferences and she built a regimen for him.
This was only the first day.
On the consequent ones, Peter had run through programmes and practices till he was breathless and on the floor.
Each of these programmes were exercises that started as physical fitness and diverged into special ops training at some point.
All in all, after the first week his mentality was starting to change.
The 2nd week came and the training became a lot more specialised.
"Good morning Peter."
He no longer jumped when she suddenly appeared like this. He had already woken up and was going through memories of Martia Arts that had fascinated him.
"Morning Mrs Rose Marilyn."
"I see you slept well."
"What are we doing today?"
The woman snapped her fingers and someone brought in an assortment of tools wrapped up in a foldable pack.
"Sometimes the addition of such Equipment can determine life or death in split seconds."
On a table was a vast array of close range, mid range and longe range weapons.
His eyes opened in surprise.
"Go on, pick."