Chapter 2
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"so... what now?" as he had been made to calm down by the mighty Info, he stated to ponder his current 'hurdle' as he looked out, though the somewhat frozen transparent sphere at the currently dark side of Alfan.
he could not see much, but there where definitely small clusters of light on the surface.
"there is definitely cities down there"
by focusing the new eyes (which he was almost sure he only had 2 of) on the transparent sphere he tried to find a refection on the transparent material, his own refection
"i wonder what my face looks like?" he had almost seen the rest he had 2 arms, 2 legs and 1 head, this felt normal so he amused that this amount of limbs was the same as his past life.
around his neck was a thick metal collar that blocked most of his neck moments, the rest of his body was clad in a whole body suit made of some kind of hard and non flexible fabric, whit spaced metal rings where the spikes from the sphere impaled him making the spikes and the suit seem as a predesignate pair.
what was the most strange was there was mo pain from the spikes that was impaling him, making the whole thing seem like some sort of eerie dream or simulation, if not from the cold of the thin layer frost covering him he would not believe he was really here.
but there was one thing he was almost sure of
"this is definitely a prison, and a super ultra max one at that" he stated to wonder just what kind of person inhabited his body or as Info called it his 'vessel' before him, and who would go though the the pain of making this 'sphere prison' and then sending it all the way to space i a stable orbit around Alfan.
"why not just kill him instead? would it not be easier to cut off his head than to put him in stable orbit?"
as he pondered over this for some time when it dawned on him
"wait then the former owner of this body, was properly a super bad guy right? then if i somehow get down on the surface, and start walking around then would who ever put this body here in the first place not just catch me put me back?" he felt a chill up his spine as he came upon that line of thought but quickly denied it
"no if i land on another continent then the country and or people that put this body here, how would they know, in the first place are they even still around? maybe their county collapsed or their race died out?" now feeling happy and a more then a little exited at his own genius he kept trying to escape realty whit an even more absurd theori
"in the first place maybe the former owner of this body was not a super bad guy maybe he was framed! maybe he was a good guy that tried to overthrow a corrupt government! yes i am sure someone will find out i am awake and save me! and then they will worship me a hero! hahaha HAHAHAHA---"
[host hysteria confined administering shock treat---]
"nonono! Info i am calm! i am clam! please stop please i got carried away i am sorry i am so sorry!"
[host please confirm are you calm?]
"yes yes yes i am calm i am clam so please no shock please"
[host normal terminating shock treatment program]
"phew..." still feeling more then a little afraid that he would tick off the mighty Info, he stated to think again, only this time he tried considered things in a clam and logical manner and after some time he noticed something weird
"assuming that who ever put this body here was able to do so in a somewhat efficient manner why are there not more 'sphere prisons'?... maybe there was only 1 super bad guy so they only had to put one prison up here?... no wait if they where able to put this giant thing in stable orbit why are there not satellites of some kind? and in the first place ---" he was starting to get somewhere in his theory when he was interrupted by Info's cold voice
[host lethal damage detected random status point decreasing]
"wait Info what do you mean i took lethal damage?" momentarily blanked out from getting interrupted in a rant and the brutality of Info's words, made him think, no wish he had misheard Info sadly the cold voice confirmed his fears
[host has just died once]
"what do you mean i feel fine?... i am fine right Info?"
[no host has just taken lethal damage from source: asphyxiation]
stating to doubt his whole mental concept of dying he asked the million dollars question
"...so why am i alive?"
[host current vessel is a living god and host is thus semi-immortal]
somewhat in awe at the mention of awesome sounding words such as gods and immortality, while at the same time somewhat comprehending he was both of thees things at the same time he asked the 2nd million dollar question whit the blankest look on the face he himself had not seen yet
"...what?"
[host current vessel is a livi--]
"no no wait Info i heard you the first time... just what is a living god?" still feeling awed and exited at the most epic sounding words Info had ever spoken he mentally held his breath (as he was already
somewhat holding it for real whenever he was not speaking, since Info had told him he had died of asphyxiation)
[a living god is a semi-immortal being] once more feeling marveled at Info inflexibility he asked a follow up question
"...thanks for clearing that up Info... then why can't living god's die?"
[living god's can only die when all their status points becomes 0]
processing this new and wonderful information took him a few seconds as he got more and more exited and the finely asked the all might Info whit a shaking voice
"so basically i am immortal right?"
[yes]
"sweet! that means i just have to crash this thing on the surface of Alfan and then i am free right?" feeling more then a little excited about his new genius master plan for survival, he quickly asked Info to confirm his master plan
[no host, that action is not recommended]
if he was not suspended in place by spikes then this is the exact moment he would have dramatically fallen to his knees like an award wining actor to start cursing the gods (Info) for their unfairness , anyway he certainly did so he only just in his head, until he bravely asked the 3rd million dollar question full of hope
"...why not?"
[host's reaming status points is: 3400 the approximate status points needed to survive reentry of Alfan atmosphere is: 2000 and the impact of the surface Alfan depending of terrain should be between 2500 and 3000 status point therefore this action is deemed suicidal and can thus not be recommend]
"...shit" hit by the unexpected hard by the demise of his master plan as well as his hope, he was feeling a little depressed but still asked the merciless Info to get more information
"what is status points?"
[status points is definite in 6 categories: Strength, Constitution, Dexterity, Intelligence, Wisdom and Charisma and are used to define living god's where 1 point of any one of the 6 categories is representing of the vessels race average persons capability]
"... so if i have 5 Strength i am as strong as 5 average people combined?"
[yes]
"can i view my status points?"
[yes]
waiting in excitement for exactly 5 seconds without anything happening he remembered how inflexible Info was
"...how do i view my status points?"
[by viewing your status]
"...how do i view my status?"
[by chanting: Status]
".....how do i chant status?"
[by focusing your mana at specific points in host vessel and saying status]
"....how do i focus my mana?"
[host inability to focus mana confirmed stating forced mana circulation program]
"SHIT **** STOP---" already traumatized by the forced vessel comparability program and the shock treatment program he started to panic the moment he herd the word 'stating'
[forced mana circulation program start up 50% complete]
"STOP PLEASE ST---" crying and screaming like a baby trowing a tantrum, he begged the mighty but merciless Info to stop the program in an almost comically but very sad fashion
[forced mana circulation program start up 90% complete, host please brace]
"please Info no lord Info please stop please!" at this point in time he had stooped screaming as he noticed it had no effect on the merciless Info he shamelessly started to beg, and if not because he was impaled by over 100 spikes holding him i place he would already been on his knees begging slamming his head in to the walls of the sphere hopping the voice in his head would stop.
but much like bad karma piled up over years and customer support if you try to get a refund, Info is both a cold mistress and deaf the moment he singed the verbal contract
"please Info stop okay?"
[starting forced mana circulation]
"NOOOOOOO---"
[forced mana circulation program 2% complete]
"... wait, why does it not hurt?" noticing the pain he had expected to be there missing he stared to notice a warm current of flowing though his body
"is this mana?"
[forced mana circulation program 3% complete]
"this feels kind of nice like taking a warm bath..." focusing on his new found almost pleasant situation he stated to lose track of time as he entered a meditative state.
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"so... what now?" as he had been made to calm down by the mighty Info, he stated to ponder his current 'hurdle' as he looked out, though the somewhat frozen transparent sphere at the currently dark side of Alfan.
he could not see much, but there where definitely small clusters of light on the surface.
"there is definitely cities down there"
by focusing the new eyes (which he was almost sure he only had 2 of) on the transparent sphere he tried to find a refection on the transparent material, his own refection
"i wonder what my face looks like?" he had almost seen the rest he had 2 arms, 2 legs and 1 head, this felt normal so he amused that this amount of limbs was the same as his past life.
around his neck was a thick metal collar that blocked most of his neck moments, the rest of his body was clad in a whole body suit made of some kind of hard and non flexible fabric, whit spaced metal rings where the spikes from the sphere impaled him making the spikes and the suit seem as a predesignate pair.
what was the most strange was there was mo pain from the spikes that was impaling him, making the whole thing seem like some sort of eerie dream or simulation, if not from the cold of the thin layer frost covering him he would not believe he was really here.
but there was one thing he was almost sure of
"this is definitely a prison, and a super ultra max one at that" he stated to wonder just what kind of person inhabited his body or as Info called it his 'vessel' before him, and who would go though the the pain of making this 'sphere prison' and then sending it all the way to space i a stable orbit around Alfan.
"why not just kill him instead? would it not be easier to cut off his head than to put him in stable orbit?"
as he pondered over this for some time when it dawned on him
"wait then the former owner of this body, was properly a super bad guy right? then if i somehow get down on the surface, and start walking around then would who ever put this body here in the first place not just catch me put me back?" he felt a chill up his spine as he came upon that line of thought but quickly denied it
"no if i land on another continent then the country and or people that put this body here, how would they know, in the first place are they even still around? maybe their county collapsed or their race died out?" now feeling happy and a more then a little exited at his own genius he kept trying to escape realty whit an even more absurd theori
"in the first place maybe the former owner of this body was not a super bad guy maybe he was framed! maybe he was a good guy that tried to overthrow a corrupt government! yes i am sure someone will find out i am awake and save me! and then they will worship me a hero! hahaha HAHAHAHA---"
[host hysteria confined administering shock treat---]
"nonono! Info i am calm! i am clam! please stop please i got carried away i am sorry i am so sorry!"
[host please confirm are you calm?]
"yes yes yes i am calm i am clam so please no shock please"
[host normal terminating shock treatment program]
"phew..." still feeling more then a little afraid that he would tick off the mighty Info, he stated to think again, only this time he tried considered things in a clam and logical manner and after some time he noticed something weird
"assuming that who ever put this body here was able to do so in a somewhat efficient manner why are there not more 'sphere prisons'?... maybe there was only 1 super bad guy so they only had to put one prison up here?... no wait if they where able to put this giant thing in stable orbit why are there not satellites of some kind? and in the first place ---" he was starting to get somewhere in his theory when he was interrupted by Info's cold voice
[host lethal damage detected random status point decreasing]
"wait Info what do you mean i took lethal damage?" momentarily blanked out from getting interrupted in a rant and the brutality of Info's words, made him think, no wish he had misheard Info sadly the cold voice confirmed his fears
[host has just died once]
"what do you mean i feel fine?... i am fine right Info?"
[no host has just taken lethal damage from source: asphyxiation]
stating to doubt his whole mental concept of dying he asked the million dollars question
"...so why am i alive?"
[host current vessel is a living god and host is thus semi-immortal]
somewhat in awe at the mention of awesome sounding words such as gods and immortality, while at the same time somewhat comprehending he was both of thees things at the same time he asked the 2nd million dollar question whit the blankest look on the face he himself had not seen yet
"...what?"
[host current vessel is a livi--]
"no no wait Info i heard you the first time... just what is a living god?" still feeling awed and exited at the most epic sounding words Info had ever spoken he mentally held his breath (as he was already
somewhat holding it for real whenever he was not speaking, since Info had told him he had died of asphyxiation)
[a living god is a semi-immortal being] once more feeling marveled at Info inflexibility he asked a follow up question
"...thanks for clearing that up Info... then why can't living god's die?"
[living god's can only die when all their status points becomes 0]
processing this new and wonderful information took him a few seconds as he got more and more exited and the finely asked the all might Info whit a shaking voice
"so basically i am immortal right?"
[yes]
"sweet! that means i just have to crash this thing on the surface of Alfan and then i am free right?" feeling more then a little excited about his new genius master plan for survival, he quickly asked Info to confirm his master plan
[no host, that action is not recommended]
if he was not suspended in place by spikes then this is the exact moment he would have dramatically fallen to his knees like an award wining actor to start cursing the gods (Info) for their unfairness , anyway he certainly did so he only just in his head, until he bravely asked the 3rd million dollar question full of hope
"...why not?"
[host's reaming status points is: 3400 the approximate status points needed to survive reentry of Alfan atmosphere is: 2000 and the impact of the surface Alfan depending of terrain should be between 2500 and 3000 status point therefore this action is deemed suicidal and can thus not be recommend]
"...shit" hit by the unexpected hard by the demise of his master plan as well as his hope, he was feeling a little depressed but still asked the merciless Info to get more information
"what is status points?"
[status points is definite in 6 categories: Strength, Constitution, Dexterity, Intelligence, Wisdom and Charisma and are used to define living god's where 1 point of any one of the 6 categories is representing of the vessels race average persons capability]
"... so if i have 5 Strength i am as strong as 5 average people combined?"
[yes]
"can i view my status points?"
[yes]
waiting in excitement for exactly 5 seconds without anything happening he remembered how inflexible Info was
"...how do i view my status points?"
[by viewing your status]
"...how do i view my status?"
[by chanting: Status]
".....how do i chant status?"
[by focusing your mana at specific points in host vessel and saying status]
"....how do i focus my mana?"
[host inability to focus mana confirmed stating forced mana circulation program]
"SHIT **** STOP---" already traumatized by the forced vessel comparability program and the shock treatment program he started to panic the moment he herd the word 'stating'
[forced mana circulation program start up 50% complete]
"STOP PLEASE ST---" crying and screaming like a baby trowing a tantrum, he begged the mighty but merciless Info to stop the program in an almost comically but very sad fashion
[forced mana circulation program start up 90% complete, host please brace]
"please Info no lord Info please stop please!" at this point in time he had stooped screaming as he noticed it had no effect on the merciless Info he shamelessly started to beg, and if not because he was impaled by over 100 spikes holding him i place he would already been on his knees begging slamming his head in to the walls of the sphere hopping the voice in his head would stop.
but much like bad karma piled up over years and customer support if you try to get a refund, Info is both a cold mistress and deaf the moment he singed the verbal contract
"please Info stop okay?"
[starting forced mana circulation]
"NOOOOOOO---"
[forced mana circulation program 2% complete]
"... wait, why does it not hurt?" noticing the pain he had expected to be there missing he stared to notice a warm current of flowing though his body
"is this mana?"
[forced mana circulation program 3% complete]
"this feels kind of nice like taking a warm bath..." focusing on his new found almost pleasant situation he stated to lose track of time as he entered a meditative state.
"so... what now?" as he had been made to calm down by the mighty Info, he stated to ponder his current 'hurdle' as he looked out, though the somewhat frozen transparent sphere at the currently dark side of Alfan.he could not see much, but there where definitely small clusters of light on the surface."there is definitely cities down there"by focusing the new eyes which he was almost sure he only had 2 of on the transparent sphere he tried to find a refection on the transparent material, his own refection"i wonder what my face looks like?" he had almost seen the rest he had 2 arms, 2 legs and 1 head, this felt normal so he amused that this amount of limbs was the same as his past life.around his neck was a thick metal collar that blocked most of his neck moments, the rest of his body was clad in a whole body suit made of some kind of hard and non flexible fabric, whit spaced metal rings where the spikes from the sphere impaled him making the spikes and the suit seem as a predesignate pair.what was the most strange was there was mo pain from the spikes that was impaling him, making the whole thing seem like some sort of eerie dream or simulation, if not from the cold of the thin layer frost covering him he would not believe he was really here.but there was one thing he was almost sure of"this is definitely a prison, and a super ultra max one at that" he stated to wonder just what kind of person inhabited his body or as Info called it his 'vessel' before him, and who would go though the the pain of making this 'sphere prison' and then sending it all the way to space i a stable orbit around Alfan."why not just kill him instead? would it not be easier to cut off his head than to put him in stable orbit?"as he pondered over this for some time when it dawned on him"wait then the former owner of this body, was properly a super bad guy right? then if i somehow get down on the surface, and start walking around then would who ever put this body here in the first place not just catch me put me back?" he felt a chill up his spine as he came upon that line of thought but quickly denied it"no if i land on another continent then the country and or people that put this body here, how would they know, in the first place are they even still around? maybe their county collapsed or their race died out?" now feeling happy and a more then a little exited at his own genius he kept trying to escape realty whit an even more absurd theori"in the first place maybe the former owner of this body was not a super bad guy maybe he was framed! maybe he was a good guy that tried to overthrow a corrupt government! yes i am sure someone will find out i am awake and save me! and then they will worship me a hero! hahaha HAHAHAHA---"host hysteria confined administering shock treat---"nonono! Info i am calm! i am clam! please stop please i got carried away i am sorry i am so sorry!"host please confirm are you calm?"yes yes yes i am calm i am clam so please no shock please"host normal terminating shock treatment program"phew..." still feeling more then a little afraid that he would tick off the mighty Info, he stated to think again, only this time he tried considered things in a clam and logical manner and after some time he noticed something weird"assuming that who ever put this body here was able to do so in a somewhat efficient manner why are there not more 'sphere prisons'?... maybe there was only 1 super bad guy so they only had to put one prison up here?... no wait if they where able to put this giant thing in stable orbit why are there not satellites of some kind? and in the first place ---" he was starting to get somewhere in his theory when he was interrupted by Info's cold voicehost lethal damage detected random status point decreasing"wait Info what do you mean i took lethal damage?" momentarily blanked out from getting interrupted in a rant and the brutality of Info's words, made him think, no wish he had misheard Info sadly the cold voice confirmed his fearshost has just died once"what do you mean i feel fine?... i am fine right Info?"no host has just taken lethal damage from source: asphyxiationstating to doubt his whole mental concept of dying he asked the million dollars question"...so why am i alive?"host current vessel is a living god and host is thus semi-immortalsomewhat in awe at the mention of awesome sounding words such as gods and immortality, while at the same time somewhat comprehending he was both of thees things at the same time he asked the 2nd million dollar question whit the blankest look on the face he himself had not seen yet"...what?"host current vessel is a livi--"no no wait Info i heard you the first time... just what is a living god?" still feeling awed and exited at the most epic sounding words Info had ever spoken he mentally held his breath as he was alreadysomewhat holding it for real whenever he was not speaking, since Info had told him he had died of asphyxiationa living god is a semi-immortal being once more feeling marveled at Info inflexibility he asked a follow up question"...thanks for clearing that up Info... then why can't living god's die?"living god's can only die when all their status points becomes 0processing this new and wonderful information took him a few seconds as he got more and more exited and the finely asked the all might Info whit a shaking voice"so basically i am immortal right?"yes"sweet! that means i just have to crash this thing on the surface of Alfan and then i am free right?" feeling more then a little excited about his new genius master plan for survival, he quickly asked Info to confirm his master planno host, that action is not recommendedif he was not suspended in place by spikes then this is the exact moment he would have dramatically fallen to his knees like an award wining actor to start cursing the gods Info for their unfairness , anyway he certainly did so he only just in his head, until he bravely asked the 3rd million dollar question full of hope"...why not?"host's reaming status points is: 3400 the approximate status points needed to survive reentry of Alfan atmosphere is: 2000 and the impact of the surface Alfan depending of terrain should be between 2500 and 3000 status point therefore this action is deemed suicidal and can thus not be recommend"...shit" hit by the unexpected hard by the demise of his master plan as well as his hope, he was feeling a little depressed but still asked the merciless Info to get more information"what is status points?"status points is definite in 6 categories: Strength, Constitution, Dexterity, Intelligence, Wisdom and Charisma and are used to define living god's where 1 point of any one of the 6 categories is representing of the vessels race average persons capability"... so if i have 5 Strength i am as strong as 5 average people combined?"yes"can i view my status points?"yeswaiting in excitement for exactly 5 seconds without anything happening he remembered how inflexible Info was"...how do i view my status points?"by viewing your status"...how do i view my status?"by chanting: Status".....how do i chant status?"by focusing your mana at specific points in host vessel and saying status"....how do i focus my mana?"host inability to focus mana confirmed stating forced mana circulation program"SHIT **** STOP---" already traumatized by the forced vessel comparability program and the shock treatment program he started to panic the moment he herd the word 'stating'forced mana circulation program start up 50% complete"STOP PLEASE ST---" crying and screaming like a baby trowing a tantrum, he begged the mighty but merciless Info to stop the program in an almost comically but very sad fashionforced mana circulation program start up 90% complete, host please brace"please Info no lord Info please stop please!" at this point in time he had stooped screaming as he noticed it had no effect on the merciless Info he shamelessly started to beg, and if not because he was impaled by over 100 spikes holding him i place he would already been on his knees begging slamming his head in to the walls of the sphere hopping the voice in his head would stop.but much like bad karma piled up over years and customer support if you try to get a refund, Info is both a cold mistress and deaf the moment he singed the verbal contract"please Info stop okay?"starting forced mana circulation"NOOOOOOO---"forced mana circulation program 2% complete"... wait, why does it not hurt?" noticing the pain he had expected to be there missing he stared to notice a warm current of flowing though his body"is this mana?"forced mana circulation program 3% complete"this feels kind of nice like taking a warm bath..." focusing on his new found almost pleasant situation he stated to lose track of time as he entered a meditative state.
