Playing God

Prologue - The Resurrection

For the first time in 300 years he could see light.

At first, just an endless blurry haze of movement and chaos, the never-ending hustle and bustle of people moving too and fro, and sounds cascading and echoing from all directions. There was a dull ache all around his body.

Then his vision began to clear, his numbed brain slowly processing how what was happening was impossible - his nerves creakingly turning on, one by one. He could now sense the machine connected to his body, feeling like an old rusty car being repaired by a mechanic. 

His sight morphed from a paint palette smeared with 100 different vivid colours, to blocky bold solid colour shapes, to a slightly distorted view of the room. Not that one could really describe it as a room, more a sort of chamber, like a cell in a beehive, the people like bees hurrying urgently. The walls of this hexagonal prism were monotonous, unpainted leaving them grey, completely stripped of all and any furnishings, except for a few large expansive screens, so luminous that they temporarily blinded him.

He focused on one of the nurses, who was working hastily, inputing details into the screen; she seemed human, yet something slightly odd could be seen, a natural instinct where a tiny change means you know it is fake. Her movements were slightly too mechanical, and the skin could not conceal the small, hissing sound of the motors, whirring and turning.

The realisation slowly came to him: he was once again alive. 

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