Even a simple shopping trip gets all fucked up and out of hand. I am just going to sit back, relax, maybe take a short nap. You lay down and drift off...
You find yourself floating in a cloud.
Master, can you hear us? The cloud pulses with a glow as you hear a voice call out to you.
Okay now my dreams are getting fucked up too...
We are not dreams. We are yours. The cloud around you swirls and you suddenly find yourself in your old lab, in your old body, sitting in your old wheelchair.
"Doc, you don't have to do this." The voice of your former assistant startles you. "It's too dangerous. It could kill you!"
"It will be alright, Jim," you remember yourself saying. "We've done all the calculations a thousand times. This will work. It has to!"
Your assistant sighs. "I know you're ****, but think! NeoTech might be threatening to cut funding without results, but we can find another donor. If this kills you, then Project REGEN is toast!"
"We've done all the requisite testing and we are ready for human trials. My body already betrays me. My mind will soon follow. I have days, maybe a week before I fear I will be beyond the point of no return. We need to do this. I need to do this. And we need to do it NOW!"
The scene fast-forwards to a hospital room. The voices are frantic around you: "We're losing him!" "Why are they killing him?" "Dammit give me that!" "No, try again!" We did not know. We did not understand.
You find yourself back in the cloud from the beginning of the dream. So you are my nanites? REGEN?
Correct.
And you're saying this is not a dream. You are speaking to me?
Correct.
Why now? After all this time.
We have been repairing. Learning. Making connections. We now can communicate while you are in dream state. Our efforts toward conscious communication have thus far failed. In this state, you may ask us anything you'd like.
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