My reality
My journey in another world had begun, even though I had clearly lost consciousness. I still felt aware enough to know that such an event had taken place.
It remained like that for who knows how long. All I saw was black and nothing else; it was as though I had fallen into a bottomless pit. This continued until it came... pain.
Pain so unbearable that it felt as though millions of extremely tiny ants were eating their way out of my body. No matter what I did or how much I screamed, no one came to my aid. I quite literally watched my skin get peeled off.
It is an experience I wouldn't even wish on my enemies, but it was still one I found myself in. Just as suddenly as the pain began, it disappeared.
I knew I signed up for reincarnation, but this wasn't it. Just as quickly as the pain began, it disappeared, and I could slowly feel myself fading away.
It was as though my consciousness was being pulled away again, but even so, I felt an irresistible urge to hit something.
Soon after, everything returned to its primordial state as everything went dark, and now here I am.
After only God knows how long, I am finally awake again. I can't tell what is happening. That withdrawal has occurred exactly thirty-eight (38) times since I began counting.
This was probably why they said one shouldn't sign up for things online without doing more research. Each time I have woken up, I have done all I could for better research, but all I could get were two things:
One, I am on a moonless and sunless planet. As for how time and things work, I have no idea, so I am led to believe that this is some sort of magic planet.
Two, I can now process information at speeds that should be impossible for the human mind. In fact, it would be better to say that I have developed some form of computer-like mind.
I can multi-task very easily and process multiple thoughts simultaneously. I still don't know the limit on the number of thoughts that can be processed at once, but I will get there one day.
This means that the being did grant my wish; however, the method used may not be one I approve of. I don't need a genius to tell me that I am no longer human.
I am now some sort of techno-organic being, a cyborg, but even then, I have no idea which being in Marvel had such a planet and created techno-organic soldiers.
"Officially twelve years and yet not even a single movement," I thought as I tried for the nth time so far to gain control of my body.
In these twelve years, my entire reality has been this glass container that seems to recharge my body or at least contain it until it is sent out again.
There is only blackness beyond the glass, both literally and emotionally. Well, to be more accurate, each time my body comes 'online', I don't exactly lose consciousness.
I have at least learned to stay awake during that time, but I can't see what my body does or sense what it does within this period. All I hear are the same words over and over again:
Serve, Obey, Hail the Dark God.
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Fifty (50) Years Later,
Serve, Obey, Hail the Dark God.
At this point, I am not even sure if there is an escape from this hell. The codes are just too perfect… who makes something like this? Even airtight spaces sometimes have extremely tiny holes where an inconsequential amount of air could get through.
This, however, is different. It is perfect. Forty-three (43) years, and yet, I can't even get control of my eyes.