As an underground coral energy deposite was disturbed and invaded by the neumerous greed stained hands of corporations...a single voice cried out from the coral...a coral response thus followed...but instead of the reappearence of technological horr...
After about 3 hours of the most excruciating head pain you had ever felt...you were almost glad that the only discomfort you were feeling was towards the tightness of the helm around your head...
As of now, you were more or less awake, and aware of your surrounding as you laid in rest...
Pater came by a few times...as did Rusty...and Maeterlinck...but only every once and a while...
Despite this however...you began to think...what was this happening to you?...
The question bounced in your head as you-
9: main system check completed... . . . Oh yeah...
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Her...
You turned your head to the side to see the woman named 9-ball...but...perhaps the name 9 was all that was needed...
In anycase. She was the one that subjected you through all of that pain...
9: backround Seraph program check is complete...
9 had 32 tabs circling around her at rapid speeds...almost looking as if she had a red ring of data flying around herself.
And seeing as everyone who had entered your room, and not noticed her...you suspected that 9 was simply only visible to you...as you were deemed a "host"...but at the same time, that person could simply control you with another shock to the head...
9: Host migration...complete...all back door systems are green...commencing greetings...
The tabs disappeared from your sight as 9 walked up to the side of the bed you were laying on...
9: status...you are awake...get up...
Not wanting to be electrocuted again...you did so without hesitation...
9: designate yourself...
You looked towards her with fearful eyes under your helm...
Y/N: I am...Y/N...
She paused for a moment before-
9: Y/N...Y/N...Y/N...
Repeating your name?
9: Y/N...you will be the designated Host of the Seraph program...
Y/N: s-seraph...program?
Your heart twitched...t-this...this was wrong...even your body felt that this was wrong...
Y/N: I-i can't...I don't wa- AH!
Without hesitation...9 waved her hand to the side towards a hovering tab behind her...
It was a tab of controls to the helmet...and she sent a shock down onto you...
You held your head in pain as you refused to obey...
