Unveiling the Mysteries

###Log Entry: Day 08

It's embarrassing, truly embarrassing. But I swear anyone in my position would react the same way. This is about every man's identity, after all.

Ok, let me clarify. First and foremost, I am certain that I am not in my apartment, not on a hospital bed, or even inside my imagined mother's womb. No, I find myself in...

Hope, what was the name you mentioned before?

Ah, yes, a stasis chamber. It resembles those tanks used to transport people in sci-fi movies aboard spacecraft, albeit this one is much smaller in size. You see, I am in a baby-like state.

Yeap! You heard it right. I'm now a baby, floating within an unknown red liquid inside the chamber. Perhaps my visibility is poor or due to the liquid, as I cannot see anything outside except for some flickering light. Additionally, the chamber seems to possess noise isolation properties, or perhaps my hearing is not so good, as I struggle to discern any clear external sounds.

And the most important thing I realized was that my wristband is absent from my hand. Yet, I remain connected with Hope who assured me that Hikma and Sophia will awaken soon as my body continues to develop. So, I think, my soul truly transmigrated through the distortion, leaving behind my physical body. Somehow, they have merged with me. But, how? I don't know. As they were merely combinations of zeros and ones before.

Is this me or?

Hey, Hope, how long have I been awake now? 32 minutes and 44 seconds! I am absolutely certain that this is a new world record. Hope, what was my previous best timing? 14 minutes and 4 seconds!

See, I told you. I have shattered the ceiling, no, I mean the troposphere... no, no, the ionosphere. Well, it's all too much. Let's just settle on breaking the troposphere.

Ok, jokes aside, I wonder what those little girls can do. Will they evolve and upgrade like the super-duper systems often seen in stories featuring overpowered protagonists? Ah! My imagination is running wild!

Ahem! Hope, don't mind ok. I am very satisfied with your help. Ah! You are making me blush!

Ah! I totally forgot to tell you what had me so shocked during my previous encounter. Would you like to hear? Should I tell you? Nah! I will not tell you. You will obviously laugh at me after listening. So, it shall remain our little secret, only my and Hope's secret.

Hey, Hope, it will be our secret.

Lets Promise. Pinky promise.

Oops, sorry, just don't inform those two okay? Rather tell me some jokes now. I need a breather.

Should I laugh?! But the joke was lame.

Hahaha! I'm laughing at your choice.

Ok, I stop. Then, let me share a joke, Hope.

Once, a person found himself drowning in a river. Along came a boat, its kind boatman extended a helping hand. But the drowning person, with unwavering faith, exclaimed, "God will save me!" and declined the boatman. The boatman, respecting his wish, departed.

Soon, another boat arrived to rescue him, but once again, the drowning person insisted, "God will save me!" and rejected the second boatman's help. The second boat had no choice but to leave.

Just when hope seemed lost, a third boat appeared, yet the drowning person held firm, proclaiming, "God will save me!"

Sadly, after the third boat left, the man met his demise.

In the afterlife, the person lamented to God, "Oh, Almighty, I believed in you, yet you didn't save me!"

God gently reminded him, "My child, then who sent those boats?"

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Ah! Don't complain, Hope. Such jokes may not maintain logic, but they often serve to uplift spirits, change moods, or convey subtle messages.

You see, Hope, You see, God is everywhere ready to help us. So, in the face of adversity, we mustn't lose hope but instead, seek and seize the paths created by God.

So, Hope, let's believe in God. Surely and certainly God will show us a way to tackle this situation.

Fine, you don't need to believe in god, just believe in me, Hope. And I will believe in my God.

Hey, Hope, have you noticed the subtle change in the reddish liquid? It seems to have lightened in color, although it still lacks transparency. I can't help but wonder what awaits us on the other side. We shall wait and see, Hope.

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My movement has become smoother than before. I tried to touch the surface of the chamber. but, I couldn't get there. It feels as though something is stuck above my head, restricting further advance. But the good thing is, the liquid became lighter almost transparent. I can see some distorted shapes through the liquid. Among them, I discern a shape in the distance, occasionally shifting from left to right, right to left, growing bigger, sometimes smaller. Could it be a person? My heart skips a beat as I contemplate their identity. Is the person a doctor, or a scientist or,… Oh! no! Not them! I don't want that. Don't let it be a crazy doctor or a mad scientist. I don't want my new life miserable. Oh, dear God, please don't do this with me.

Is it true, Hope?

Repeat yourself. I want to hear the news again.

Guys, guys. Let's forget about those crazy psychos. I have a piece of good news. In just a few short hours, they will awake from their long slumber. Those girls, my sweet little girls, I am waiting for you. It's a long wait.

Hope, please pause the log entry for now. I will write again when we meet next time. It's time for me to try and sleep. I want to ensure that I am in perfect shape to welcome Hikma and Sophia. Hope, I will miss you. I will eagerly await the moment we see each other again.

Bye and wish me luck.