Apotheosis of Entelecheia

Episode 1: Awakening

Eyes opened unanimously.

A sensation he felt but could not understand.

The smoke began to clear as his vision slowly became clearer.

Attempting to move, he felt physical restraints all around his body, one by one as he noticed them they came undone.

Before too long he was free and fell forth from the metal canister he was in, some form of clear liquid spilling out all over the floor.

Physical sensation was an oddity to him, the feeling of the cold hard floor, the stagnant yet frigid air and the steel-walled room.

He rose to his full height, his joints popping after not having moved in so long. He was firmly built, not particularly muscular for his physical age but still in good shape, standing at a height of a bit over two meters, with extremely broad shoulders. From an overall perspective, he appeared slightly malnourished just from the lanky structure of his body.

A thick heap of dark curly hair rested upon his head, with a few long strands falling down onto his forehead.

He ran his hands through his hair, pushing it back as he began to stretch and recondition his body to general movement.

Finishing his stretches with a deafening crack of his back muscles, he released a pleased sigh and turned to look around the room.

Shiny steel walls surrounded him, the large tank he had emerged from was in the center of the room, a small desk sat a few feet away from it, however nothing sat atop said desk, and whoever would normally be using it was nowhere to be seen. A large door was present at one end of the room, noticing this, he began to make his way towards it.

As he walked he felt his heart pump blood faster, and his lungs begin to clear up and open. He inhaled deeply as he reached for the door's handle, and as he exhaled, a strange yet familiar sensation begin to occur in his head.

A faint flash of light began to circle around the crown of his head, noticing it, he closed his eyes and began to focus his thoughts.

Within seconds the faint light grew in bandwidth and intensity, forming a ring around his head.

His thoughts seemed to rumble about within his mind, flashes of things he could only assume occurred in his past began to appear before him. Young men and women wearing dark metallic suits all branded with a distinctive insignia, large structures with many windows crumbling and being torn apart by a force unseen, and most striking to him, images of more men and women like himself locked within large canisters like the one behind him.

A sensation riled about his neck, causing him to twinge a bit in pain, yet he smiled as the sensation triggered some sort of reaction in his mind. He forced himself to push out the flashing images and devote all thought to concentrating on his location.

Before long he began to hear faint cries from every direction, yet he could tell he was not hearing this with his ears yet with his mind. He pushed his concentration of thoughts outward, imagining them taking physical form, and as he did so the light around his head expanded almost faster than his eye could see, first illuminating the room, then passing through it's walls, further and further.

Images of the rooms outside of his own began to fill his brain, and he was soon familiar with the entire structure of the building. The next thoughts he received were echoes of the cries he heard earlier, now much easier and clearer to make out. He could trace them to various locations in the building, and now upon focusing on any individual one could feel a distinctly different warmth from each.

Now visuals began to accompany each cry as he focused on it, and he was able to see that there were others sealed within canisters like himself. He could feel the restraints upon their bodies as if they were on his own, and realized their cries were for liberation.