Chapter 1:

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Synth;esthesia


_LOG1/Entry_1:_ 0400hrs

A man wakes up in shock surrounded only by the darkest of grey. He coughs violently forcing blood to his aching head. The sounds of his painful barks project a plethora of neon fireworks against the pitch black background. Each raspy breath taken is like lighting a fuse, a little spark of calmness before the next barrage of explosions.

He realizes his unrelenting fits are triggered by a sickening smell . Now each sharp breath of the rotten air drowns the sounds of his vicious hacking with a thousand stringed instruments playing incoherently out of key.

Panic strikes him with thoughts of suffocating to death, he crawls around on the soft ground in absolute darkness until he slips off an unknown edge, rolling off and crashing onto the hard ground. He instinctively reaches the back of his neck which took the most impact and upon his fingers brushing his vertebrae a whir from his throat engages.

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_LOG1/Entry_2:_ 0407hrs

Every pocket of air is suddenly as fresh as a spring breeze. Taste of cherry and mint replaces the sulphuric air.

Lying on his sore back, he starts to calm down. The unruly orchestra of noise dies and pure silence floats in the air. His vision returns to honing in to the mysterious dark space that lingers around him.

He tries to pick himself off the ground but his aching back and bludgeoning headache lies him flat again. Dread sinks in as he doesn't know where he is.

He tries to pick his thoughts, not a single iota of memory flashes. He looks around in a daze. Breathing and moving his limbs are the only things he remembers he can do.

Remembering the calming bliss of breathing, he relaxes again and he can start making the outline of the space as his eyes begin adjusting to the darkness --- just perpendicular lines and sharp edges make the dark void until he catches a glimpse of a pulsing green dot at the end of the space.

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_LOG1/Entry_3:_ 0418hrs

The sight refreshes his body with a welcoming relief, motivating him to stand and almost hover to the source of the light.

Inspired by the only thing that counters the darkness, he feels around the flat surface around the light without any development. With the logic of feeling around rushing through him, he reacquaint himself with his body. Hoping for a clue.

Nothing — but chromatophores-fused flesh, plati-titanium hybrid exoskeleton, various fabrics — until he feels a small and thin square object tucked between the fabrics over his thigh. After successfully maneuvering it into his hand, he fiddles with it and feels his thumb against a moveable corner. He presses it down - instantaneously, a spark sounds, a flame lights and burns out!

He suddenly claws at the flat surface in front of him. His fingers bite in effortlessly, taking hold of the surface. Immeasurable strength surges through him as he tries to pull the surface off the darkness.

The surface starts to give in. It wasn't the lack of strength that stopped him from tearing the darkness apart, but a stubborn force was pulling it from the other side. Like the air was keeping it shut.

He props his legs next to the surface, defying gravity! His other hand is now tugging at the anchored claw. Sheer will made him grind his teeth and as the surface begins to lose its battle, the man perpendicular to ground is about to be victorious and… BOOM!

The sheer inertia of his success coupled with the space decompressing hurls him to the other end of the formerly dark space.

Blinded by the light, the man loses consciousness.

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_LOG1/END._ 0420hrs

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