p class="MsoNormal"His lungs burned as he took in a gulp of air. It felt like the first time he'd breathed in sweeps. Shaking and sweating he pulled himself up tears still running down his face. Where am I? He thought. And more to the point who am I? The answer to the second question came to him the second he asked it. He was the Psiionic,a class="qwkazrensh" title="Click to Continue by HQ-Video-Pro-1.6" href="#89607710" better/a known as Mituna or Psii by his friends. Or he was before they died. Or did they? Two different versions of the past seemed to be fighting for his attention. In all honesty it made him quite giddy. What he did know was he'd woken up from a nightmare (was it just that though?) in his coon. Or at least he guessed it was his. It wasn't familiar. Nothing in that room was. A little more curious now he decided to look around. A little more slowly and clumsily than he would off liked he pulled himself out of the coon on to the floor. With shaky steps he tiptoed over to the window, in front of which two pieces of fabric hung, and peered out. It was dark out, but for some reason he felt like he should be asleep. The buildings looked odd. There architecture not like any he'd seen, either on Alterina or during his time as... as what? His mind seemed to be refusing to even try to remember as if it was some sort of deeply repressed memory. There was some noise to be heard but not much. The room he was in seemed to be part of a communal hive stem quite a way up. Now even more curious as well as a little nervous he crept towards the door, though why he was creeping he didn't know. He turned the door knob (funny how I knew how that worked, he thought) and stepped out of the room. He was now standing in another room. Much bigger this time. It seemed pleasant enough. There were places to sit and a TV. Two bookshelves sat either side of the TV one full of books the other full of DVDs and Video games. The light of the moon made it hard to make out the colours. Not that it mattered seeing as he was colour blind. Wait The Moon. Singular. There had only been one moon. Ok so I'm on an alien planet in a hive steam I don't recognise yet for some reason I've got it into my head it's mine, he thought. Fancy throwing anymore surprises at me universe. It was then he noticed out of the corner of his eye another door, slightly ajar, from which came the sound of breathing. He held his own breath listening. The sound was slow and steady suggesting whoever, or whatever, was making it was fast asleep. Cautiously he crept up to the door and peered in. His eyes instantly fell on the coon, not too different from his own. But the coon wasn't what grabbed his attention but what was in it. A small troll only about 6 sweeps fast asleep. Careful not to step on or trip over any of the things scattered over the floor he approached the sleeping youngster. Once he was close enough to see him properly he had to cover his mouth quickly to conceal a gasp. The young troll had the exact same horns as he did. In fact he looked very similar to how he did when he was 6. Not identical but close enough to tell they were genetically linked. He stood there staring at his decendent for a moment. The young troll gave the occasional whimper, probably having a bad dream, but didn't wake up. As if by some sort of instinct Psii reached out his hand as if to comfort him. Before pulling it back. After all he didn't actually know this child and you never wake a sleeping troll. So instead he crept back into the main room and went to explore the other room. This one also contained a coon in which slept another young troll. Older this time about 7 sweeps give or take a few equinoxes. Whilst the other had been similar to him this one was an exact clone. Almost as if they were the same person. This one seemed to sleep more peacefully than the other thought they were frowning slightly. With a gentle sigh Psii left the room. Once back in the main room he sat down and began to think. Ok so I'm on an alien planet in a hive that isn't mine, yet at the same time it is, with my decendent and I'm guessing my alt self sleeping in two other rooms. But how the fuck did I get here!? Half of him remembered it always being like this. This was his home, his family. His friends lived nearby with their own families. All happy and safe. But half of him remembered it differently. His home being destroyed, living on the streets, his best friend being executed, being forced into a battle ship unit, slowly losing his mind until he was no longer a living being, just a machine, until there had been a horrible sound... he heaved a sob remembering all this. The last few hundreds of thousands of sweeps had been so painful. But they seemed worse now he had these false memories to compare them to. "What's wrong with me?" he whispered tears spilling down his face. Exhausted from the sudden realization he lay down where he was and fell asleep. /p