Chapter Fifty One
"Ughh... Where am I?"
My eyes opened as they were graced with white walls running parallel to each other and never ending. There was no ceiling, only a sourceless luminescence that made my retinas throb.
I tried to sit up, but my body felt weightless, as if I were floating in a vat of lukewarm soup.
What the- I was just trying to sleep. Not again. Ughhh...
Sysi? Are you there? It's so boring here. At least give me a chair.
[Ping!]
[Host is currently in the 'Neural Archive.' This is the place where the foundational memories are transferred to Host to pay the price of the professional knowledge you are about to receive.]
Suddenly, the white walls flickered. Images began to bleed through the ivory void like ink dropped into water.
...Hmmm?
The scene solidified as I floated across the 3D play as if I was a ghost that was watching scenes just before his death.
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"Those are my designs..."
