What is this? Why do I exist? Thoughts run through my head as my mind fills with information. It hurts, it hurts a lot. The world around me doesn’t yet exist, but I can feel it. Why? Who is causing this to happen? Tossing. Turning. Falling…-Light?!
A path opens before me as my sight begins, and vivid depictions of life flood my very being. The sensation of touch awakens throughout my body as I slide out of a machine, covered in connective tubes and mucus. A tube is extracted from my throat and I expectorate some kind of fluid, my pre-life essence. Utter terror and confusion begins to assault me as I’m exposed to the rest of my senses: sound, taste, and scent.
As my sight begins to clear, I can make sense of the world around me. This machine that created me was, in turn, created by the people around me. I learn that they are known as Neonites, and that my form was based on their own. Supposedly, I’m the last of my kind. The machine can’t create anything like me ever again.
My muscles ripple as I move around the room, I can feel great power manifesting itself within me. Without warning, a strong current erupts from my mind. Conveying itself as a shockwave of raw power, it crushes and contorts everything in front of me; machines rip themselves apart, tubes and wires tear in half, glass and steel shatter and crumple. I stumble backwards, taken ajar by the sudden occurrence.
The impulse to escape from this room nearly consumes me, until I hear a computerized voice over the loudspeakers. “Do not panic,” it says, reassuring me that “The disorientation is normal and temporary,” while also informing me that it is an automated recording. The voice quickly cuts off due to its’ power source being damaged by my telekinetic outburst, leaving me alone yet again.
My urge to leave dissipates, and I simply wait for what’s to come. After all, this is a new life.
CYBERAI 