He felt his heartbeat. Black. He saw the lights. Black. He saw the
arm. Black. He woke up.
"Well, you've survived the operation. It was rather easy."
"What…what's going on?" Cyrus's vision became clearer.
He sat up from his uncomfortable resting place. He was a couple feet off the floor and dizzy. He saw the white-coated man standing near him, speaking, and the steel cabinets behind him.
"I'm Dr. Kerrel. I directed the surgery on you. Like I said it was pretty easy."
Cyrus looked around some more. He saw the robotic arm. Then he saw them. Armor-clad men bearing frightening weapons stood at guard, rather uncomfortably squeezed into the small room. They were the soldiers. The soldiers that were once called heroes. Heroes for eliminating the Controllers in order to perform their demonic super-economic transformation. Why were they here? What had happened? What had he done?
"You may not remember the past few moments. You were in the middle of a Pong fight when you went into an aggressive…rage. You injured a fellow Paddle so one of our security bots fired a paralyzing bullet into your spine. You were taken here where our tools helped remove the bullet and it's paralyzing chemicals, and also repaired damaged body parts. You shouldn't feel anything; the back of your neck may be somewhat sore, though." Kerrel explained.
Cyrus felt the back of his neck, behind his long brown hair. "Why are these guards here?!"
"They're here in case you go into another rampage."
Cyrus laughed, "Well, can I go now?"
"I'm sorry, but no. You won't be going to any Pong games for a little while now. These guards are also here to escort you to Atari offices. You are to be questioned and supplied help for this unpleasant incident."
Cyrus felt a short second of relief. No more games. Then fear. What is at the Atari offices? What bizarre questions would he be given?
"Please step into the dressing room over here and put on this Phys. Suit."
Cyrus jumped from the bed. "I'm not going anywhere! Put me back into the games." Cyrus never thought he'd say that. The guards readied themselves for any hostility. Cyrus turned and remembered the guards. He looked back at the smiling doctor, holding the leathery body suit, grabbed it, and walked into the small dressing room.
The guards' heavy boots stomped down the narrow halls. Cyrus was in the center of the circle of white-armored bodies. They marched with an uncertain pride. They were very tall; He could barely see anything around him but the steel floor. The group reached a transportation chamber; it was different though. It was much larger. The tunnels could hold bigger transport units, though he had seen no other but the one-man pull carts. One guard stepped up to a large control panel and tapped at some buttons. Less than a minute later a guarded vessel pulled up. The craft was covered with a thick blue-gray metal and visibly had some weapons stationed on it. Another guard pulled the heavy sliding door back and led Cyrus in. Cyrus could see it held 12 people, four rows of three seats. Cyrus was placed in the middle of the ship where he was conveniently stuck. Even if he wanted to try and make a fast move he wouldn't be ale to get up due to the large clunky armor-suits of the guards sitting next to him. The ride was long. For a moment, from the small windows in the cramped car, he saw a strange aura around everything and a mass of a deep blue something. Cyrus slept and when he awoke they had still not arrived at the offices. He was becoming very impatient and unsure to feel curious or frightened of the Atari offices. An unknown amount of time later, they had reached them. The train stopped and the passengers unloaded.
When Cyrus stepped out he noticed two major differences. The ground. It was not the smooth metal he remembered. It was stone. He felt a certain amount of friction on it. Then he looked up. He remembered in the arenas, and wherever he went, even in his room, the sky was total black. This sky had a dark, purplish tint to its blackness, accented with bright specks here and there. As he was led to the maze-work of Atari buildings he noticed most structures were made of stone and glass. He was presented to the doorway of the Atari Main Offices building. The ever-popular emblem was cast in steel above the doors: Three bands spreading out at the end with the following words printed beneath them: ATARI.
"Well, you've survived the operation. It was rather easy."
"What…what's going on?" Cyrus's vision became clearer.
He sat up from his uncomfortable resting place. He was a couple feet off the floor and dizzy. He saw the white-coated man standing near him, speaking, and the steel cabinets behind him.
"I'm Dr. Kerrel. I directed the surgery on you. Like I said it was pretty easy."
Cyrus looked around some more. He saw the robotic arm. Then he saw them. Armor-clad men bearing frightening weapons stood at guard, rather uncomfortably squeezed into the small room. They were the soldiers. The soldiers that were once called heroes. Heroes for eliminating the Controllers in order to perform their demonic super-economic transformation. Why were they here? What had happened? What had he done?
"You may not remember the past few moments. You were in the middle of a Pong fight when you went into an aggressive…rage. You injured a fellow Paddle so one of our security bots fired a paralyzing bullet into your spine. You were taken here where our tools helped remove the bullet and it's paralyzing chemicals, and also repaired damaged body parts. You shouldn't feel anything; the back of your neck may be somewhat sore, though." Kerrel explained.
Cyrus felt the back of his neck, behind his long brown hair. "Why are these guards here?!"
"They're here in case you go into another rampage."
Cyrus laughed, "Well, can I go now?"
"I'm sorry, but no. You won't be going to any Pong games for a little while now. These guards are also here to escort you to Atari offices. You are to be questioned and supplied help for this unpleasant incident."
Cyrus felt a short second of relief. No more games. Then fear. What is at the Atari offices? What bizarre questions would he be given?
"Please step into the dressing room over here and put on this Phys. Suit."
Cyrus jumped from the bed. "I'm not going anywhere! Put me back into the games." Cyrus never thought he'd say that. The guards readied themselves for any hostility. Cyrus turned and remembered the guards. He looked back at the smiling doctor, holding the leathery body suit, grabbed it, and walked into the small dressing room.
The guards' heavy boots stomped down the narrow halls. Cyrus was in the center of the circle of white-armored bodies. They marched with an uncertain pride. They were very tall; He could barely see anything around him but the steel floor. The group reached a transportation chamber; it was different though. It was much larger. The tunnels could hold bigger transport units, though he had seen no other but the one-man pull carts. One guard stepped up to a large control panel and tapped at some buttons. Less than a minute later a guarded vessel pulled up. The craft was covered with a thick blue-gray metal and visibly had some weapons stationed on it. Another guard pulled the heavy sliding door back and led Cyrus in. Cyrus could see it held 12 people, four rows of three seats. Cyrus was placed in the middle of the ship where he was conveniently stuck. Even if he wanted to try and make a fast move he wouldn't be ale to get up due to the large clunky armor-suits of the guards sitting next to him. The ride was long. For a moment, from the small windows in the cramped car, he saw a strange aura around everything and a mass of a deep blue something. Cyrus slept and when he awoke they had still not arrived at the offices. He was becoming very impatient and unsure to feel curious or frightened of the Atari offices. An unknown amount of time later, they had reached them. The train stopped and the passengers unloaded.
When Cyrus stepped out he noticed two major differences. The ground. It was not the smooth metal he remembered. It was stone. He felt a certain amount of friction on it. Then he looked up. He remembered in the arenas, and wherever he went, even in his room, the sky was total black. This sky had a dark, purplish tint to its blackness, accented with bright specks here and there. As he was led to the maze-work of Atari buildings he noticed most structures were made of stone and glass. He was presented to the doorway of the Atari Main Offices building. The ever-popular emblem was cast in steel above the doors: Three bands spreading out at the end with the following words printed beneath them: ATARI.