Prologue
Where am I? Who am I? What is going on?
Slash drifted in an empty blackness, a void of unconscious inexistence. He floated ceaselessly, a lost soul, and invisible life force in a sea of dreamless sleep. He could not remember where he came from, where he was, what he was doing there, or even why he couldn't remember anything about himself. All he knew was that he was Slash, and he could not be destroyed…
He continued to float, lost in a strange matrix of shapeless blackness. He couldn't reminiscence, for he had nothing to remember. He couldn't ponder, because he had nothing to base his thought upon. All he could do was ask,
Where am I? Who am I? What's going on?
Slash was lost to his questions. There was no one to answer them. There was nothing else to think about. There was nothing else at all. As he stared on into the blackness, Slash wondered, When will this end? What's going to happen?
But there was no one to answer. Slash continued to drift, lost in the sea of nothingness…