Chapter 1: Booting

Your vision is sudden, you're strapped to a canted table, you move your limbs but find none to move.

"Subject Six-Em-Thirteen, respond."

"Hello?" You ask the disembodied voice, a series of speakers in the ceiling its origins, a microphone ahead of you and a one-way mirrored window beyond.

"First question, does the subject feel?"

"Uh, yes?" You reply dumbfounded.

"Second question, what does the subject believe it feels?" The voice continues to monotone at you.

"Confusion, exasperation would be a definite second." You snark back.

"Third question, what is the subject?"

Even more confused than before, "I'm, well, uh..."

It's this unforgettable moment, of doubt mixed with a little existential horror, that your mind stops lying to you, you view the mirror in front, and see.

"Geth." You whisper, more to yourself, than to the voice.

I have no goddamn IDEA what the hell the programmers of FFN are doing, they boast that .odf files that originate from Open Office and those from Libré Office are especially compatible with the site, but the work I posted ended up as formatting code!

FUCK YOU FFN DEVELOPERS!