Synthetic Survivor: Machine Age - Chapter 139

“Well, you surely look like shit,” a voice rang out inside One’s mind. The voice was unfamiliar, albeit, it resonated within his mind.

An unfamiliar voice that in someway, felt like he had heard of it before but where and when? He did not know.

One stood up and began experiencing a flurry of headaches that only contributed to his dilemma of reverting into an aggressive state.

“Relax,” The voice said. It had a profound effect on One, undoubtedly calmed him a bit.

But his headache still ensued.

Before One could ask any questions himself, he felt his head become slowly numb and his vision began to blur.

“The.. hell..” Before he could muster his last remaining strength to keep himself standing, his legs went frail and he collapsed into the ground.

Before long, One found himself in the same situation as he was back then, but this time, he remembered the aftermath.

He was back inside a void of darkness. He already knew it was somewhere deep within his mind at this point and judging from the memories of past incidents that were similar, something inside him either wanted to take over him or wanted to kill him, or maybe both.

In this void, in this darkness that was the deepest reaches of his human mind, he felt nothing but at ease. He felt no pain, nor did he feel anything that could make him feel any negative emotion.

He was in bliss. As if all his suffering from the real world or worlds, suddenly disappeared or were forgotten. Locked away somewhere in a vault that would never be unlocked.

In the distance, further into the endless void, the voice spoke but this time, the voice was feminine.

“Hello, Johann,” It said.

One replied, “Who is Johann?”

The voice giggled.

“That’s you, silly, don’t tell me you’ve thoroughly forgotten your true name?” It said.

“I.. I don’t remember who I am,” One replied.

“There there..” It said. A calming effect befell One, as if someone was giving him a hug, a warm hug.

One then felt his eyes become teary and a sharp pain landed in his ċhėst.

And as he succumbed to the emotion called sadness, his tears dropped from his eyes and fell onto something invisible that was near him.

His tears became the source of perception that gave the voice its structure and color. A feminine body with arms wrapped around One in a warm embrace.

“I feel your sadness,” She said. Her voice now coming from the mouth of her new body.

One, after spending all his new life unconsciously repressing his emotions from within, finally opened the floodgates and unleashed the tsunami of sadness, anger, loneliness, and depression he had tried to keep, maintain, and forget.

But instead of a light that was supposed to be a beacon of hope in the tide of darkness, it was the opposite.

The light that appeared was none other than the light of destruction. The light that ignited all around the world and plunged it into where and what it was now.

The void transformed itself into a harsh desert with the ruins of human cities littered across the vast plains of sandy dunes.

A thick cloud made of many kinds of material choked the sky and prevented the sun from ever shining. A toxic rain then poured around them that was colored blue. Not the translucent water Earth was used to.

In the distance, a terrifying roar sounded and sent One hugging her tighter, he was scared, absolutely scared.

The roar continued and before long, more roars came and they seemed to be drawing nearer and nearer.

“Help me, help me!” One begged for her to help him. It was as if he was reliving a nightmare from the past.

And yes, yes he was.

As the voices got nearer, dark clouds like sandstorms approached from all directions, seemingly consuming the ruins and the dunes and were solely attracted to One.

They reached out to One and in one desperate shout, he called upon the woman he was embracing to save him, one last time.

And his plead was heard.

The woman raised her hand and another type of light shined. It shined so bright that the darkness itself that manifested into the clouds of monsters they were, were pushed back because of its intensity.

Soon, all was clear.

All was peace.

Surrounding them was nothing more but a garden in which many plants and trees grew.

One found himself lied down on the woman’s ŀȧp, he looked up and saw the blurry figure of the woman who had saved him.

His vision slowly turned clear and the appearance of the woman who had saved him became crisp.

The girl, seeing that One’s vision was finally clear, gave him a warm smile.

She was a short haired, fair skinned, and, according to One’s own judgement, cutest being he had ever seen.

Her eyes glowed similar to One but they had a different color, a bright green.

One looked around, seemingly at peace. The garden was big, it stretched until eternity. Butterflies, bees, and other insects called the plants and flowers there their home.

“Where are we?” One asked, closing his eyes to take a rest.

“We’re in a place where you are safe,” She said.

One felt at ease and smiled. For the first time in a long time.

“I remember you,” One said as the woman gently massaged his forehead.

“But it’s so vague,” One complained.

“You haven’t asked for my name yet,” The woman pouted.

One, not knowing what to do in a situation where a woman was pouting, remained silent.

“I’m the real Hailey, dear Husband,”