After about fifteen minutes of driving (all the passengers constantly looking behind us. As if something could follow), we finally stop and go up a flights of stairs to a hotel room. In this room are tables covered in computers, telephones all over, wires and cables hanging all over the place.
And one single mirror laying on the floor in front of a chair. The face of the mirror has a few fractured parts where when you look into it, it splices your image so the way you look doesn't exactly line up.
We don't exactly have a whole lot of time Sliver. says Fortune. The way Fortune looks, her type of beauty, all you can think about is what happened to her feathered wings.
What do you mean. Me equals: clue less about everything at this general point.
Those agents will find us in a few minutes and sentinels in an even less amount of time, so we need to know if you're willing to learn about what the hell is going on, or if you'd rather stay a slave.

What's it going to be Sliver. Fortune takes out two little pills from her pockets: one red, one blue. This is your last chance for freedom. This is your ultimate choice. Find the truth, she raises her hand slightly, the one with the red pill laying in her palm, Or continue dreaming, she raises her other hand, the one holding the blue pill.
I start reaching up to the blue pill.
This is your final chance Sliver.
I look her in the eyes for a few seconds. Reach fully to the blue pill and pick it up between my forefinger and thumb, giving it a look over. Then flicking it into the darkness, taking the red pill and swallowing it with a gulp of water.
Fortune smiles and drops her hands into her pockets, directing me to stand on the mirror.
Static, Psudo, hook him up. Sphinx, find his signal.
Two of her comrades walk over to me and stick what looks like little patches onto my arms and my temples.
I look down into the mirror, and see the patches start to turn a black color, and seep into my skin. Seeing this black liquid infest my veins started to sicken me and I began to convulse, my veins burning as the ink fills me.
Sphinx, hurry.
His signal is near, about ten more seconds.
The room suddenly feels like it's growing, and I realize that the mirror is slowly becoming liquid, sinking me into its icy depths. Silver drips start flowing up me, chilling to the bone, canceling out the ink's heat.
Found him.
I hear the hard tap of a keyboard key as I swiftly sink into the mirror. Icy darkness is all around me and all I see is my own body, floating, naked, devoid of hair.
In between the darkness, light flickers. My arms attempt to thrust out before me, my chest and legs bound by straps.
Reaction tells me to try remove the straps, and I obey my reaction. Until I realize I'm not where I used to be.
Looking out before me, my eyes capture the visual of large black monoliths in rows stretching for miles. Each pillar cutting through the black rapidly moving clouds in the sky, lightning striking the tip and coiling all along the pillar. Even so far away, I see thousands of others like me, bound to each tower. Still asleep as I had just been.
I'm so high up, the ground fades into a black fog. Machines the size of cars move deftly across the faces of these circular towers. Each shiny machine looks like a gigantic arachnid, twelve ebony metallic arms tend to the sleepers on each pillar.
Air rushes loudly, and a massive metal hand comes down right beside me and grasps the crimson carapace, pulling it free and raising it high in the air, dropping it on its back.
These harvest the dead ones I assume.
I suddenly know how an orange feels.
Human orchards.
An electronic hum vibrates, coming from behind me. I look to my right and see one of the spiders crawl around towards me. Coming to check on me.
This twelve legged monster crawls rapidly to me, stopping over my head.
My heart pounds, ready to attempt any sort of dodge I may need.
Two tentacles wreathe from it's chest area. These appendages coil around my neck and arms, beginning to crush the life from me. Binding me with strength far surpassing mine, I feel the cables in my muscles moving, causing massive pain.
Conscious flees from me for a short while, interrupted by loud clanking.
A little screen drops in front of me and blinks a faint gray. I appear hairless in the reflection. After a few seconds, the screen is drawn back into the machine and is replaced by a thin cord.
This thread of a cable moves around like an ebon snake, writhing about in life. It snakes around to my ear, I can feel it forcing it's way inside me.
Any more of this and I'll faint again.
It pokes around in my brain, sending electrical pulses through my entire body, keeping me in this horrible dream.
I pass out shortly, reawakening at the feeling of the cord exiting my skull.
The machine's grip loosens and I draw deep rapid breaths. This is soon interrupted by ten rapidly occurring pops in my back. The cords inside my muscle are torn away, leaving a feeling of severed limbs.
My head falls forward, the pain draining all strength I have.
Rapid gunfire from my left shatters the carapace of the machine still above me, causing it to spasm and lose its grip on the monolith, falling miles to the ground.
A large ship pulls up beside me me, and a door opens. From inside the ship a metal platform is dropped out. This platform locks onto the monolith right beside me. Psudo walks out to me, taking out a small blade.
We need to hurry, more machines are on their way. He slices my binding and carries me into the ship.
He sets me onto the floor and then pulls a cable, pulling the platform inside. After he shuts the door, he shouts something about leaving fast.
Again, darkness cocoons me.