Seeing the City, From the Height of a Megazord

Penthouse suite? More like SUPREME PRESIDENTIAL SUITE! OH MY GOD, THIS PLACE LOOKS AMAZING.

I rushed inside the suite, putting my hands on top of a railing of a balcony that overlooked the main room, freaking out over each and every little individual thing I could set my eyes on.

Foosball in the middle of the room, arcade machines set against one side of the room, cocktail lounge on the other side, a 90 inch plasma fucking screen TV mounted upright on two pillars that were near these weird slanted colored walls on the opposite side of the entrance-

There was an aquarium tank nearby containing some spooky-looking fishes (which is totally my scene!!!), the room had random interpretive art pictures adorned on the walls, which looked bad enough to make people think you have no taste, but just good enough that it makes some people second-guess themselves and wonder if they just don’t get it instead.

“This place is like a childhood fantasy come true!” I couldn’t help but shout, practically orgasming inside myself over everything. Turning back, I asked Stacy, “You said that I come here often? No wonder why! I must’ve love coming here!”

She giggled, gesturing around, “Go ahead and explore the other rooms. Make yourself familiar with the place. I’m gonna go have a talk with some of the staff to get things ready, okay?”

“Don’t mind if I intrude on your privacy!” I gushed like a child on a Christmas morning, jumping over the railing instead of taking the stairs and rushing over to the next room here.

Once I was out of sight, Stacy gave a relieved sigh before going back to face all the butlers and maids in the hallway.

One of the two maids who opened the door for them said politely, “Mr. Doe seems to be in good spirits today! It’s usually rare to see him like this.” The girl made sure to not mention John’s lordship status, as per requested.

The other maid prepared herself to strip out of her clothes, asking, “Will Mr. Doe wish for the usual entertainment and company for today? Or will it be the Girls Only Orgy Party like last New Year’s Eve?”

Stacy waved her away, and said in a commanding voice, “Neither. John Doe is here for strictly business purposes only. In fact, no one here is to bother us unless directly requested. So I need everyone to stay off this floor for the time being.”

“I... I see...” The maid who stripped gave a disappointed pout, putting her clothes back on.

“He won’t require any company? Not even just one to serve him in bed?” The other maid asked curiously.

“I’ll be enough company for him for the time being.” Stacy gestured herself, “So please leave us some privacy.”

“As you wish, Dr. Mandel...” The maid said, as both of them bowed respectfully. “I’ll go inform the others.”

The two left to go out to the hallway, where everyone was still gathered in a straight line against the wall. The maid announced in a clear and professional voice, “Mr. Doe is here on business, and will not be requiring our services unless strictly requested. He has asked all of us to leave the floor for the time being until further notice.”

Stacy watched as all of the maids and butlers glanced at each other with confusion, finding the situation out of character for John. A majority of the maids couldn’t help but give obvious frowns in disappointment that they won’t be able to serve to their master’s intimate needs today. However, they all bowed once more and left in an orderly fashion without argument.

With them gone, Stacy turned to her bodyguards, “Parkins, Donovan, keep guard outside and don’t let anyone come in unless I say so. If for any reason John decides to leave the room without me, one of you follow and keep watch on him. Don’t let him invite anyone else to join him.”

“With respect, Dr. Mandel,” Donovan spoke up, “Lord John is still our master, and it’s our sworn duty to follow his command above all else. Shouldn’t his requests take precedence over yours, should he choose to invite someone up here?”

“I understand that, but you need to realize the situation Lord John is in. He’s not in his right state of mind to make any orders for himself. This is all just to keep him protected until I can get him ready to face the truth about himself.” She explained.

Donovan looked over at Parkins, seeing her nod seriously in agreement. “Understood.” He relented.

The two bodyguards left the suite and took positions near the front door, guarding everyone in by keeping anything out.

Stacy closed the door shut, and laid her head against the door as she sighed.

Okay. Now that everything’s done and accounted for...

She turned to face the room, steeling herself.

Let’s see how this plays out.

I closed my eyes in excitement as I got ready for the showers.

Inside the shower stall, I stood completely still, letting the warm water splash and spray me from all sides. It was like I was in the middle of a water park, being attacked by water guns in every single direction.

Next came the body soap spray, just like Stacy warned. White foam shot out of the shower faucets embedded in the walls, covering me like frosting. I couldn't help but laugh madly, having the time of my life.

So this is how rich people get cleaned every day. GAH, I'm so jealous! If only I had one of these back in my college dorms, I'd never be late to seminars!

"Having fun in there, John?" I could hear Stacy call out from outside.

"THIS IS AWESOMMMPMHPMGPMH" I shouted, only to have some body soap accidentally land in my mouth. Spitting it out, I continued on like it was nothing, "FLEGH- PTHOOUEY- THISISAWESOME!"

Drying myself off, I found myself in front of the mirror in the bathroom. For the first time ever, I was finally able to see what I looked like ever since waking up in the future.

"So, this is me in 2026, seven years later..." I muttered to myself, rubbing my chin as I carefully examined myself.

My non-descript skin color looked the same as ever, but my non-descript colored hair was cut shorter than I remembered. Most likely when Miss Stacy performed surgery on my head to get rid of the glass from the accident. Strangely enough, no scars were left behind, nor any stitchings. It was almost as if I never got glass stuck in my head at all.

If it wasn't for the almost unnoticeable markings where the glass used to be, I would have almost thought the whole thing was an elaborate prank on me.

Hasn't it only been a few days or so since the accident? Has modern medical science really advanced to the point where skin can almost entirely heal up a week after surgery?

"Fuuutuuuure..." I chanted, admiring the doctor's magical handiwork.

Still trying to figure out how my dick got bigger though. Pretty sure you can't naturally grow that once you reach a certain age.

Other than that, I look about the same as I always did.

"Voila! Instant gourmet pizza!" Stacy announced, pulling the lid off the dish to reveal a seemingly expertly crafted pizza pie with all of my favorite toppings.

"OOOOHH" I vigorously clapped my hands like a dainty shows-woman at her puppy's talent rally. "It looks delicious!"

"Well don't just stand there! Dig in, see how you like it!" Stacy encouraged, taking a slice for herself.

Having no need to be told twice, I carefully placed a slice on my dish and blew on it to cool it down. Then, I took my first bite-

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Haaaa-le lu jah, Haaa-le lu jah, HALLELUJAH- HALLELUJAH- HALLELUPIZZAH~

"John, are you crying?" Stacy asked incredulously after seeing my tear up from the first bite.

"There's just so much beauty in this world, you know?" I started to sob dramatically, "When you look at the grand scheme of things, we're all insignificant to the cosmos..."

"Ahuh." She deadpanned, before pushing my dish forward, "Hurry up and finish it before it gets cold."

I continued eating the delectable pastry as more tears fell, savoring every bite.

"Alright alright, if you insist." Stacy finally caved in after so much pressuring. She took her side on the foosball table, "But go easy on me, alright? I was never any good with this thing."

"Oh, don't worry about it! This is technically my first time playing, so I'm sure we'll be evenly matched." I reassured her.

While she wasn't looking, I turned around and maniacally grinned to myself as I rubbed my hands together all maliciously.

Little does she know, I happen to be known as the 'Foosball Master' around my college campus! She'll never stand a chance against me! MUAHAHAHAA-

"Alright, that's 17 to 0." Stacy smiled proudly as she leaned against the table.

I stood there in shock, blinking repeatedly as I looked at the scoreboard, hoping that it was just a mirage or an illusion.

Turning back to Stacy, I nervously asked her, "So... uh... H-Have I already-"

"Yes, you have already tried to trick me once before, Foosball Master." She smirked, teasing the name.

"Oh." I remarked simply.

Then I collapsed to the ground, dead.

"What the hell kind of DDR game is this?!" I gasped for breath, trying to keep up with the music.

"Don't you know? It's DDRxTime Crisis. The first revolutionary arcade machine where it combines dancing with railshooting from both franchises." Stacy said obviously, as if I was supposed to have already known this.

While also keeping up with the DDR arrows on the screen, I kept having to shoot masked gunmen on the side with this fucking bulky plastic gun. The music choice did nothing to help with the situation, as it played some kind of niche Japanese nightcore music or some shit. This basically meant I was tapping the dance floor at about six million beats per minute while simultaneously dodging and shooting within the same rhythm.

"Who was the maniac that thought this was a good idea?! I don't even play video games, how the hell do they expect me to keep up with this shit?!" I huffed, doing some kind of lamboney dance move while also headshotting five guys consecutively.

"You seem to be doing just fine to me." I heard Stacy casually comment as she watched me somehow miraculously get perfect combos on both the dancing and the shooting.

"MY LUNGS ARE BURNING FROM THE INSIIIIDE!" I coarsely screamed.

"MISSION CLEARED!"

The moment I heard the game announced that, I collapsed to the ground, dead. Again.

Gasping for breath as I laid on the dance pad, I looked up to see the confounding image of a platinum-colored "SSS" on the screen. Apparently, I did unnaturally perfect throughout all that nonsense.

"How... the hell... did I managed... to do... that?" I asked, still gasping for air.

Stacy came over to study me for a bit, coming to a scientific conclusion, "It seems that the amnesia didn't affect any muscle memory, making you able to still remember how to perform motor skills despite having no memories of ever practicing for it." Adjusting her glasses, she continued on, "This makes sense, considering the glass shard never touched your Neocortex."

"Oh great. Out of all the things I managed to not forget, it's my perfect ability to do the Worm while in the middle of a shootout. Hooray." I deadpanned.

God, my whole body feels sore. Yet I noticed, surprisingly, that I caught my breath much faster than I should normally have, considering how much energy I just exerted. I should barely be able to even breathe right now, yet I feel like I already got half of my stamina back.

How many times have I already done this?

Wait, is THIS the reason why I have four-pack abs? Because I played this horrifying endurance draining arcade machine game all the time?

The realization that my workout routine probably consisted of me spending hours to perfect a video game instead of an actual healthy workout, it made me groan in embarrassment due to the plausibility. I would gain muscle from something other than proper exercises, wouldn't I?

"I am such a fucking nerd." I groaned, repeatedly slapping my face.

Stacy tilted her head with a raised eyebrow, wondering what the hell I was going on about.

"Hoo... Hoo... Am I doing it right, John?" Stacy asked, huffing as she played the dance-shooter machine on an easier level.

"Ahuh." I answered offhandedly, not really paying much attention to her screen or whatever she just asked. My eyes were completely locked on to her moving body as she danced and jumped on the dance-pad.

"I usually never play this thing- hoo- myself, since I'm usually- hoo- too busy to! Hey, this is fun!" Stacy laughed, shaking her hips to the rhythm as she shot a man in cold blood.

"Mm, that's good." I mindlessly nodded, watching intently at her swaying hips and bouncing breasts.

Ooh, if only that damn shirt she was wearing could hug her just a bit tighter...

"I notice you haven't looked at the screen for the past five minutes now. Have you just been using this as an excuse to stare at my body?" She asked knowingly, still going through the motions.

"Mhm, yeah." I peered closer to get a real eyeful of her front chest.

Jesus, look at her shaking those things around. Those things look heavy enough to cause physical injuries if she ever used them as weapons.

"You want me to take my shirt off so that you can get a closer look at them, John?" Stacy asked teasingly.

"Wait, what?" I snapped out of my trance, "You said you'd do what now?"

With a wink, she playfully said, "Just kidding!" before resuming the game.

I gave a weak chuckle, decided to stop staring at her any longer. I feel like a creep taking advantage of a girl, to be honest. Acting like a teasing flirt whenever she knew I was perving on her isn't helping matters either.

"OH MY GOD."

I stood in awe as Stacy summoned the largest screen I've ever seen roll down from the ceiling. It almost reached across the entire main room, and it was probably big enough to suffocate in if it ever got loose and fell on top of me.

Stacy pressed another button on her remote control to reveal a projector popping out just behind us. The projector flipped on and showed the Netflix app appear on the screen.

"Oh my god, this is a home theatre experience," I muttered.

"We still got some time to spare." Stacy told me, wiggling her remote in the air, "Wanna watch a movie or two?"

Did she even have to ask?

"YYYES!"

"John Wick 3 part 2: This time his dog is his wife and his wife is his dog and his dog wife is in danger."

"This is a genius idea, and I have no complaints about this movie," I exclaimed before filling my mouth with popcorn.

"I've watched this seven times already. It gets better every time I watch it." Stacy said, sipping a can of soda.

"PFAAAHH" We both sighed as we jumped onto her Super Caesar-sized bed.

"Ooohh, this is the most comfortable bed I've ever laid on in my entire liiiife!" I happily moaned, rubbing my entire face on the mattress.

After a whole entire day of just hanging out and playing around, we finally decided to take a rest and lay on the mattress in the master bedroom.

This behemoth of a bed was larger than anything I've ever seen in any mattress store. It looked like it was big enough for about six or seven people to sleep on, which was freakin' crazy.

God, today was like hanging out with a crazy-rich celebrity friend who could afford everything they ever wanted. I never would have imagined being able to experience half the things that happened today in my lifetime.

"So, John." Stacy spoke up after a while, "How are you feeling right now?"

"Like a kid re-experiencing his childhood youth all over again!" I chuckled, turning around to lay on my back, "This has been the most fun I've had for a while now."

"That's good," She giggled, "but not exactly what I meant."

"Hm? What do you mean?" I asked curiously.

"Did you find anything familiar about the room? Maybe get some snippets of your memories back?" She asked me, suddenly going serious. "Anything at all that helped remind you of who you once were?"

Ah, right. I forgot that this whole thing was just an experiment to see if I would regain my lost memories. I was having so much fun that it completely slipped my mind.

I thought real hard about it, trying to see I could remember anything from the activities we've done today.

Hm...

"So far, nothing." I told her, "Everything I've done here seems like the first time it happened for me. Nothing really pops into mind otherwise."

"I see..." Stacy looked away with a pained frown.

Crap, I didn't mean to make her feel bad!

"Hey!" I stood up and tried to comfort her, "I'm sorry! I'll try harder to get my memories back! This stupid brain of mine just can't catch up fast enough, that's all!"

She smirked a bit, letting me know that I did at least make her laugh a little. But she shook her head and smiled sadly, "It's not your fault that your memories aren't back yet. If anything, this whole thing is my fault. I should have done better. I should have been more careful when taking the glass out. If only I took extra precautions, maybe you'd still be-"

Her breath hitched, and some teardrops started leaking out.

"I'm sorry, John. I really really am sorry. I'm the whole reason why you're suffering right now, and you don't even know it..." She sobbed, wiping her eyes with her sleeves.

Hearing her continue to blame herself for something that was obviously out of her control kind of started to annoy me now, to the point where it unleashed something inside me that I didn't know existed. A hot flash of anger washed over as I pulled her hand up to grab her attention.

"Stop it." I commanded in a fierce tone.

She flinched, looking back up at me in shock.

I don't know why hearing her talk about how this was entirely her fault frustrated me to no end, but I wanted nothing more than for her to put a stop to it!

"Listen, kid. Unless you were the one that personally lodged that glass shrapnel into my brain canal yourself, then you have no right to blame yourself for my amnesia. You did the best you could, and your best effort was able to bring me back from the brink of **** itself." I bluntly explained to her, "If you're REALLY GENUINELY sorry that my brain went kaputz, then stop acting like a baby and start taking responsibility! Every second you waste on your own self-pity party, it could have been a second spent on already finding a cure! So knock it off!"

Stacy's eyes widened as I finished.

...

After the moment passed and I was able to calm down, I shook my head clear and furrowed my eyebrows in confusion.

Jesus, the hell did that come from?!

Letting her arm go to rub my head clear, I realized that I said some rude things to Stacy during that whole episode and hurriedly went to apologize, "I am so sorry for getting worked up like that all of a sudden! I don't even- I don't know what came over me! I didn't mean to say those to hurt you or anything, it just- it just-"

Seriously, what the hell just happened to me?

"No. You're right." Stacy said.

I looked over at her, "What?"

"I said you were right, about all of it. God, look at me. I haven't been this much of an emotional wreck since forever ago. It's pathetic." She gave a small laugh, despite the tears still running down her cheeks. She hurriedly wiped away any traces of moisture from her face, before facing me with a determined smile, "Even when you're not yourself anymore, you're still trying to find ways to reach out and knock some sense to me. You're seriously something else, John."

"I... uh... I am?" I blinked confusedly.

Did I have some sort of evil split personality or something, what the flying fuck just happened?

Clearing her throat, she stood up from the bed and walked up next to those weird slanted off-colored walls on the side. "I think you're ready now to see what the outside world looks like. I was planning on holding this off until later, but... I guess pussyfooting around the issue won't be helpful in getting your memories back any faster."

"Uh... Okay..." I mumbled, standing up and following after her. This was some quick pacing and development already. Finally going to the next stage of the plan or something?

Turning around, she held her palm up to tell me to stop. In a grim tone, she warned me, "John, I'm about to show you something you might or might not be ready to see yet. You might think that since 2019, not much has changed over the years. You'd be incredibly mistaken. Changes have happened. A lot of changes."

Oh? Color me intrigued...

"What you're about to see next is the city you've been living in for the past four years now. It's not going to be anything like the mild Florida town you've been used to all of your life." She said, pulling out her remote, "Once you see it, you're going to have a lot of questions. I'll do my best to answer all of them, as long as I think you're ready for it. But before I press this button to uncover the windows-"

WAIT, THOSE SLANTED OFF-COLORED WALLS WERE WINDOWS THIS WHOLE TIME?!

"-you have to promise me that, no matter what, you won't freak out." She told me.

Oh god, I'm horrible at this already.

Okay, okay, okay, calm down...

Alright... Don't freak out, no matter what. Otherwise, I'll probably die from shock or something. I obviously don't want to die. Still got so much to live for, after all.

Gotta see my sister, gotta meet up with my parents again, gotta find out what job I was able to get- so on and so forth.

If she's telling me all this, then that means I really gotta brace myself before seeing the most shocking futuristic future in all of future sci-fi history. No matter what I see, I gotta keep my cool.

Okay...

I took a deep breath, and nodded, "I promise that I can handle whatever you throw at me."

She took a heavy gulp, probably as nervous as I was. But with a resolute nod, she pressed a button.

Slowly, what was now revealed to be just shades covering the slanted window panels was slowly receding back to reveal the city below us.

Stepping forward, I slowly and steadily prepared myself to take in this new futuristic city, or die trying.

As the slanted windows finally uncovered itself fully, I stared down at the city below.

My eyes widened, my pupils dilated, my heart paused.

I breathed in.

"oooooooOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAA-"