《Into the Unknown》


 prolog

    ¡°Wh where am I?¡±


    As I said this I looked around and saw that I was standing on a island, the layout of it makes it seem like something you would see in a postcard. Near the center of the island are 2 two trees that resembled palm trees and on these trees were a total of five coconut like objects.


    3 were bigger than the common coconut being about as large as a basketball the color of them were pitch black, perfectly smooth exterior. The next one was about the same size as a normal coconut, also black but not smooth like the other 3, no this one was stranger than the last 3. It almost looked like someone held it with both hand on two end and started turning with untold strength, but instead of breaking or snapping it twisted. With some sides protruding slightly others greatly indented it looked unnatural.


    The last one was the most eye checking of them all, the smallest of them all only about the size of a lemon. From where it meant the steam it was a dark grey with almost a mesh of other shades of grey some brighter almost white and on the other side of the steam unlike the mesh of colors near the steam this had, but one color a black so deep that there would be no hope for any other color to trespass on its domain.


    Like the last one this also looked twisted but unlike the last it did not look unnatural it was perfectly spherical, the twist were perfectly equal none protruding more than the other, the look it has is of a ball of rubber bands that was fused together. Tight, compacted but if one thing happened it would explode.


    After having my attention on the two trees for an untold time, I finally ripped my gaze away from the coconuts like objects. I then took a look around the rest of the island. The sand of the island looked like plain old sand, so I looked beyond the sand to where I thought the ocean would be, but instead of water I saw nothing but blackness as far as I could see and in this blackness every now and then there would be a school of fish some are big schools others are small, some have nothing but a few huge fish and yet these few are the same size as the mass clusters of tiny fish but one thing was the same they were all swimming in patterns rotating around a single object an almost flower shaped object that was too far away to quite make out.


    After also looking at this for an untold time I saw there is a Single seemingly shallow pond of water in the center of the island that had a few flowers surrounding it. The flowers at the steam were perfectly clear and as it got closer to the stigma it changed colors seemingly getting brighter and taking on a slight shade of either, red, blue, green, purple or even white and scattered among them were a few dead ones that were a shallow black almost grey. That gave off the felling of coldness. As the color got farther away from the stigma towards the petals the deeper the color was finally ending in an almost black shade of the color.


    I walked over to the pond a few paces away and looked down into it. The water was so clear that no matter how I tried I could not see any imperfection not a speck of sand or anything else in it, but yet at the same time no matter how long I stared, I could not see the bottom. So I crouched down on my knees and extend my hand and as I was just about to touch the surface.


    ¡°I would not touch that if I were you one misstep and you could be falling for all eternity well, till you reach the bottom that is. Now stop looking around you have been here long enough already it is time we talk.¡±


    I jerk my head back and turn around as fast as I could! And saw nobody. I look around the small island and still see nobody.


    ¡°No matter how hard you try you will not see me.¡±


    I ask. ¡°Why! Who are you and where am I and why am I here!? I say while spinning trying to find were that voice is coming from. ¡°WHER¡± I was suddenly cut off mid word do to the lack of ability to speak.


    ¡°We¡¯ll all are rather simple questions, but to make a few corrections first it is not, Why, Who, Where and again why. But Who, What, When, Where, Why and How. Also it is not ¡°who are you¡± but what are you. Now to answer those simply. Who? I am the equivalent of your so called god or gods, really does not matter your belief your belief. What am I? To put simply I am not something you can comprehend no matter what form I take. Hence why you cannot see me. When? Is not relevant it does not matter, for time can change, it can be bent manipulated and mostly just the matter of perspective. So you are in whatever time I say you are in. Where? You are in the onlyplace under my domain that we can talk. That is all you need to know about where. Why? Well you¡¯re dead and it is quite surprisingly my fault this is not something that should have happened.¡±


    ¡°Now that I have answered your questions I will tell you what will happen. First if you have not noticed I have taken away your ability to talk. This will last till I see it relevant for you to speak and will continue again whenever I speak. So to continue I will say a few thing that might fix some misunderstandings. Unauthorized duplication: this narrative has been taken without consent. Report sightings.


    To start while looking back at this conversation at a later date you might realize you acted weird this is because you are. I partially took away your ability to think and act upon emotion not to say you don¡¯t have emotion just that they are very much dampened don¡¯t fear this is only temporary. Next while I say I killed you, you In fact died to a miscalculation of the universe that I am in charge of overseeing, this happened do to an unforeseen circumstance arising. This is all you need to know for now. So you may talk. Also take your time to process what I just said.¡±


    And I do just that. I try and put to understand what this so called pronounced ¡°god like being¡± said. To try and understand If his words make sense I look back to what happened before I was in this ¡°place¡±. As I think back on my life I realize there are somethings missing. Almost all of the people¡¯s names and faces are gone no matter how hard I think I cannot recall about all of them. Every now and then I remember one. But the vast majority they were all insignificant.


    ¡°Why¡­ Why can¡¯t I remember names and faces? My child hood? No matter how hard I try to remember I just. Can¡¯t?¡± I ask the so called ¡°god¡±. With what I think with a trebling voice.


    It took a few second for it to respond but when it finally did it said this.¡± The thing you call a soul, is in fact nothing more than memory and knowledge making up a person¡¯s life, self and being. And in death this knowledge is sorted into categories and depending on the significance of that knowledge decided whether it is saved or deleted. Names and faces are put into the least important category¡¯s for in death they mean nothing. So unless the person had some major importance that would be worthy of being put in a history book, it is deleted.¡±


    ¡°What about my mother¡¯s name!?HER FACE!? Mine? My fathers? Do they mean nothing?¡±


    ¡°That is correct I am very sorry souls are not my domain¡­ it seems that I did not dampen your emotions enough. I Know you might not like it but the decisions you are about to make will affect your life and probability to continue living it. This must be done.¡±


    After it said that I stop¡­ feeling? No that is not the right way to describe it, I stopped having a sense of self. I knew I was there I could hear and feel that I was mad, but to me it was not worth acting on. After that thou I realized how little I still remember, I remember math most of science and parts of history. Strangely enough the things I remembered most were odd things. How to make everything I ever say on a how it is built show on TV. How to play songs even thou I never played them before, but because I watched a video of someone pressing the keys or because I saw someone playing the instrument itself. Things like these I remembered perfectly. And so I asked¡± why do I remember such insignificant things?¡±


    ¡°Just because you consider them small does not mean they really are. There are many people that would kill for the knowledge of building and culture you hold just because they are common for you does not mean they are for many. There are realms that music has never been invented, not even a note has been played. Or places that only know how use glue and staple things; because they invented them before the nail. It is all a matter of perspective, I recall that you have a saying that tells this situation perfectly. One¡¯s man junk is another man¡¯s treasure, and in death all things are equal. ¡±


    ¡°But now we have spent more than enough energy on talking about these matters. Let¡¯s continue on to what will be happening to you. You cannot return to your realm or any that exist in the position. Or relatively similar to that one, and I cannot send you back to a previous version for that would change that which had already been decided. So the only thing I can do is put you in to the only place that nothing is set, the future. With that said, do to my partial responsibility of your untimely death I also cannot put you into a place where your death is assured from the beginning. Even if I put you into the best situation which I will; I will still have to interfere a bit to make curtain your survival. At least for a while.


    After the being is done saying that, there is a moment of silence.


    ¡°I have judged the most optimal time and place for you to end up in, this will drastically increase your chance of survival. You will go to a time were the earth has been destroyed and you are the last of your kind, don¡¯t fear you won¡¯t be dissected. There will still be many human like races, but with their differences the most optimal story that is available will be implanted into your mind, you will know the story is fake. But even while the story is fake it will still come naturally to you and give off no identification of a lie.


    the story you will have is that before the earth was destroyed you were put in cryogenic sleep for an untold period of time. It was relatively new technology that was not tested for massive duration of time so the affects were still unknown when you were put into sleep this caused you to have massive gaps in your memory, and forgot your name and possibly much more. With the earth being in a newer part of the galaxy, it is still considered uncharted territory. Probability dictates that you will most probably be found by a relatively peaceful empire while they are out on a chatter mission or, chasing space pirates this is the most 2 probable cases.


    I will gift you with certain aspects to increase your chances of survival, with the untold number of viruses and diseases, I will give you a very strong immune system that will allow your body to fight the vast majority of sickness and only the most deadly can affect you and the chance that they kill you is small. This is the main things I will give you there are others but as of now they will not matter. And will most likely never matter thou some of them you might find use for relatively quickly, but you will have to figure those out on your own. This is all that I need to tell you. Is there anything that you must have answers for?¡±


    ¡°what¡¯s my name?¡±

 The Awakening

    It was hard to tell I was awake at first, my head was cloudy and took it me a second to process what was happening. My body was much the same, numb. but also felt off in some way, so off that it took me till my chest started to hurt to realize that I am not breathing. As soon as my mind realized this I took a gulp of air, or at least I thought I would. I did breathe in air but very, very little of it.


    The second I realized this the drowsiness I felt was no more. When I opened my eyes I could feel a layer of cold covering them. It took my eyes tearing up and then blinking a few times to be able to see thru them. When finally I could see, I realize that I am wearing some type of goggles. I could not make up much out of them other than a long crack running along the seams. Past the crack And on the outside of the googles is an almost cloudy gel like substance. I try and lift my body meeting resistance from the gel, I tried for a few second and realize that my efforts were futile.


    I shift my head as much as possible to see if I could find a way out. I see some type of tube going from my face to somewhere in the box on my right and the only other thing I made out was that directly in front of me seemed to be brighter than anywhere else. So the only thing I could do was hope that was the way out.


    In the short time it took me to process these thoughts, It was becoming harder and harder to think and see. I am running out of air. So with all the strength I could muster I start struggling thru the gel. This also did not go so well for me. As I reach out towards the light the only thing I meant was more Resistance from the gel.


    After struggling for a bit the numbness started to fade away in my arms, now instead of numbness there was a pain as if I was just cut by a knife along my muscle down to my back. Even with the numbness fading and pain growing, I continued to try and get out. At first I tried to continue the motion of reaching towards the edge, but the farther I got the harder it was to reach any further! But my vision is growing fainter shadows were creeping in from the corner of my eyes.


    Finally out of desperation I stopped caring about the pain or feeling the pain. I trashed out trying everything I could to get out! Lifting as much of my body up as I could, jabbing my hands into the gel. Just trying to get a bit further out towards the edge of the casket! As my vision starts to darken and I have little filling in my entire body and of what I could feel was nothing, but pain.


    I felt my entire body get tugged a bit closer to the surface and as the tug became a pull I realize that I was getting pulled closer to the surface! Thru dim vision I could barely make out two figures at both ends bent over the casket and reaching two hands each into the gel pulling me out. But the closer I got to the outside the dimmer my vision got till I finally passed out¡­


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    As I wake up I slowly open my eyes, I quickly realize that I that I am in a room, I again don¡¯t know where I am or what is happening, so the smartest thing I could think to do at the moment till at least I got my senses back to gather together was to take an inventory of the room and what is in it. I quickly realized that there was not much to note, I was in a room on a bed the headrest at an incline allowing me to see the room better. The room was a pale blue color with me on the bed tucked away in the right most corner of the room. Straight ahead is a open door way leading what I can only hope to be a bath room.


    To the left was a night stand that had a box on top that taking up most of the table, the box looked to be made out of some shaded glass or plastic, there was a single blinking light on the side of the box facing me. As I shift my position on the bed I feel something move on my wrist so I look down only to realize that I am wearing a metal bracelet, The bracelet looked to be made of the same glass like martial as the box was. Upon closer examination the bracelet had some type of text scrolling across it. While doing this I start to think about how all of this came to be and I recalled what happened before woke up, both times.


    In my head I try and reason out what could of happened to lead me to this situation, the so called meeting with ¡°god¡± could just be ignored or forgotten but that then I would have had reason to having woken up as I did, in that coffin like box. Which I could only assume to be the cryopod that I was told about by ¡°god¡±. Otherwise I have no reasonable or plausible explanation for has happened, or what caused me to get here. Nor would I have any reason to know why I am acting so calm.


    I know that in a normal state of mind should not be taking inventory of a room but in fact be freaking out. But right now this is working to my advantage so there is not much to complain about on this matter. So the only thing I could really do was wait for someone or something to show up and tell me what happing. But to be smart I will still follow the lie for now just in case.


    So I continued my search looking for the door out. The only thing that looked like it could even be a door was an indent on the left wall past the table. Continuing my search I found nothing that would make and easy way out, in fact the only obvious way out is a vent in the center of the room on the celling.


    Seeing no way out at the moment I started to check over my body and see what my condition was. First I looked at my arms and chest and what greeted me was really nothing but skin, bones and pale skin. Lifting and flexing my expecting to feel pain, but surprising I felt none and in fact I felt relatively fine. There is nothing in the room that would give me a good reflection of my face so I still don¡¯t know what that looks like.


    While doing all this I constantly felt something rubbing my back. Figuring it was probably was my hair, I reach up to touch it, as I do that I look at my hand and see that my finger nails are extremely long. Though with most of them broken off the shortest 2 being the size of normal fingernails thou still a bit long, while the longest looked like it was reaching up to 4-5 inches long. After biting off and getting the nails roughly back to size. I finally start reaching for my hair.


    As my hand is about to reach up to my scalp, there is a knock that echoes thru the room. I wait a few second before replying. ¡°Come in.¡± still after waiting a few moments nobody enters. So I stayed quiet to see if I could hear anything. While listening I heard what sounded like some type of voice coming from the indent on the wall, as I strain my ears I notice that it did not sound like one voice, but two voices talking back and forth at a rapid pace.


    I waited for a minute or two, but yet still nothing happened. Quickly growing tired of it I turned my body towards the table preparing myself to stand. Putting my feet firmly on the ground and my hand on the table I attempted to stand. With the state my body was in I thought it an almost impossible task no matter how I felt at the moment, but with the table as a support it was relatively surprisingly easy. Now as I stand adjacent from the bed facing the indent with relative ease.If you discover this narrative on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen. Please report the violation.


    Feeling more confident than before so making sure I had a steady grip on the table, I took a step with my right foot. Again I was still standing so I tried to take another step with my left foot this time and as a result took a lot of weight off my left am.


    The second I took weight off my left arm my body begain to tilt forward. Hoping to catch something I started flailing with my right hand and attempt to grab the table with my left. My right hand helped did shit to help, I hit the ground hard. But on the way down my left managed to grab the edge of the box on the table.


    With the momentum from the fall I dragged the box along with me over the edge. The box then landed on my left leg, causing an audible crack. This caused to shout ¡°GOD Damn it!¡± The moment I shouted, out of the corner of my eyes I saw the indent slide into the wall. But even thou I processed this information I really did not care at the moment, because I was on the floor cursing under my breath holding my knees. What I did give attention to, other than my cracked and possibly broken leg was when I saw what came thru the door.


    The first thing I saw Probably do to me laying down on the floor was a pair of legs in black a pair of green paints with black stripes running thru them. Turning my gaze further up I say that the person was a she, wearing a green shirt with a mask over the section the mouth and nose would be located, the mask had a rater rectangular protrusion with what looked to be vent on the side with black dread locks hanging across it. Above that were a pair of pure jade colored eyes, The skin around The eyes were a deep green, but what really caught my attention was the thing standing behind her.


    Towering over the women was a large manlike thing. Two legs, four muscular arms that looked like they could crush my head with ease, red skin while wearing a red sleeveless shirt and pants, The face of this being also relatively human and also in a mask. The only huge difference other than the skin shade was the fact that other than the normal it also had a pair of eyes on the side of his brow facing the sides


    Just seeing this picture convinced me that whatever I was told about dyeing was more than likely true. This realization caused me to black out for a few seconds, I say this because the next thing I knew I was laying back in the bed.


    The lights in the room were now much brighter than they were before. Taking a few moments to let my eyes adjust enough to make out my surroundings, I notice the women holding some kind of device over my leg and the only thing I could feel from my leg was a numb feeling and the red guy standing in the other corner of the room staring at me.


    Squinting my eyes to better make out the women I Realize that I must have been passed out longer than I thought. She now had a change of clothes and mask. Now her clothes had a lot more gapes in it. Now her stomach, arms, and legs could be seen. Her mask had changed to a full face mask with 2 long tubs running from the mouth to a bottle sitting on the table next to me. Her Black hair unlike being in dreadlocks like I had thought each hair strand is the size of a dread lock. Her skin looks to be almost wet, and her eyes look too big for her face. With her ears being a lot flatter than a normal persons.


    Thinking of what to do or say in this situation was a lot harder to do than I thought so I just decided to say what came to mind.


    ¡°sooo. I take it that you can¡¯t understand me?¡± she looked at me a moment then started to look back to my leg. ¡°And I take that as a no.¡± after that nothing really happened, my leg only got more numb and I got more board. I figured that I could think about my situation and what happened up till now more, but I figured that would lead to nothing but more questions and an even worse headache. So I just waited.


    After a while another person into the room, a teenage girl also so wearing a set of green clothes but this time with white stripes. The Girl this time had rather short brunet hair, and looked almost completely human. She was dressed much in the same way as the other women but her skin was a much lighter shade of green. She was also wearing a mask very much alike to the red man. As the girl stepped into the room the first thing she did was to talk with the blond women in a short but fast exchange of words that I understood none of.


    After that was done with she started to approach me with a straight face and a slight glare in her eyes. When she was next to the bed she looked down at my body with a grimace almost pitying look on her face. She then exhaled and held out her hand to me as if asking for a hand shake. Taking it for a common gesture I went and shook her hand, but the second I touched her hand something strange happened.


    It was as if I had something else in me, a warm feeling at the back of my head that kept on moving from place to place poking around at something. I had never felt anything like it before, strange and awkward at first, but as time went on and I grew use to it, the more I felt that it was trying to do something almost poking at something, I focus harder and soon it suddenly stopped messing around with whatever it was doing and was now moving. The harder I concentrated on whatever it was doing and came to realize it was drawling something.


    At first it was drawling simple thing like shapes then It moved to more specific thing like a room then added things to the room and after a while I came to realize that it was the room I was in even including the people and there placement. While holding that picture a moment a cycle was put around the girls and my hands with a line drew between our heads. I figured this to mean that the girl was the one I was talking to.


    After that it grew more and more difficult to see the picture, but once it got almost too hard we stopped. Coming back to my senses I look to see me and her being the only ones in this room. She stands up and moves over to the nightstand, and picks up a pouch that was not there before.


    She hands the pouch over to me, while giving with a confusion in her eyes. Turns around and walks towards the wall that I now am sure holds a door. it opens once she gets close, She takes one last look at me before walking thru the door way. The Door closes behind her. Once the door closes the lights dim.


    All alone again, not knowing what to do and not knowing much of anything does not really help. I know that my emotions are still dampened if this will last I don¡¯t know. But I already feel a bit of fear in the back of my mind. Taking the opportunity while I am still clear headed I think about what I know and the best course of action to take. From what ¡°god¡± has told me I should be inside a spaceship, everybody who has come in so far has worn a mask of some kind so the air or something in the room must be poisons to them in some way.


    All the memories I have are as clear as can be from how ham is made. To how to build a violin and play a Spring Waltz. I also have many memories about science and math, some as basic as 2+2=4 others as complicated as the Banach Tarski Paradox. But do the fact I am most probably sitting in a space ship I will assume almost all the things I know are obsolete till proven otherwise. So the best course of action I can think of is to just sit here and wait.


    So I as that there and waited, waited for quite a bit. It was hard to keep track of time, there were no windows or clocks, and even if there was I doubt they would have been of any help. After just sitting there and thinking I finally fall asleep


    The next time I woke up all was the same, other than the now relevant pain all thru out my body. My stomach was being raked by constant pain. Yet I had no desire or want to look at food. And if I had anything in my stomach it would have been thrown up. I look back at what has all happened and realize how messed up this situation is. I don¡¯t have any memories outside of trivia. When I try and think about something I know should be there, like growing up. I come up with a blank and not just a gap in memory, there is nothing no feeling no faint impression it as if it feels like nothing to me.


    The more I think about this the more I feel my gut start to tighten and the harder it is to breathe. I realize how helpless the situation I am in is. I know nothing about what will happen to me nothing about where I am. Or what those things even are!


    It is getting harder and harder to breathe I can feel wetness at the running down my face and my vision starts to dim. I see a flash of brightness and a moment later I feel something go around my face and something not letting me move my head back. I struggle and try to rip whatever it is off, but when I try to I can feel my arms get clamped to my sides. Not being able to do anything I can feel it began to get harder and harder to thing and struggle till finally I pass out.