《Of Deities and Dimensions》41. The Psionic Recovery Unit
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Zack slowly opened his eyes to see a violet room but for some reason his vision was wavy and rippling. He couldn't move an inch. His body from the neck down seemed to be encased in something to keep him completely immobile.
A high pitched almost musical voice said "Hold still please."
The rippling ceased and he blinked to look around him.
A gray thin alien female humanoid with an elongated head walked in front of him "I need to seperate you all from each other. Can you tell me your name?"
He said "Hrskriskack" that didn't sound right.
"Your gibberish seems to be a mix between several different languages. I'm told the Okwargs don't have a spoken language and the Poirauds are just animals, although Hroyd does."
"Ibrshkalk"
"Don't worry I should be up to the task of unmerging the minds of...let's see here" She made a tapping motion in front of her "...the minds of twenty Okwarg, three poirauds, one Kulabv warrior and a human. I've fixed worse, but you should probably see what you've done to yourself."
A mirror rose out of the ground and first he saw that his eyes were glowing green, then as the view panned upwards he became more horrified. The spiritual ether heads of his eidolans seemed to be attached to his own by short pale green strings. He stared at his own appearance while the alien woman continued talking.
"Until you figure out how to unmerge consciousnesses on your own, use this Unity skill sparingly. Unless you wish to become a higher being. It should be mentioned that merging consciousnesses was the very same path that Akmadouric himself took for his path of ascension. Although that decision should not be made lightly."
The psionic medic worked for three days straight to get Zack's head back in order. She didn't stop even as he slept. When it was done, she told him that there were a few foreign thoughts still in his mind but attempting to get everything back exactly the way it had been would likely just cause irreparable damage. Needless to say, Zack decided not to take the chance.
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Thus far the only change he had noticed was a slight craving for seaweed, so he decided to get some sushi when he got back to Earth.
Immediately he checked his favor finances "Two million favor. I suppose that means in terms of favor currency, I'm the richest man on Earth." he stated it matter of factly, without any joy or elation that any other person would have. Same old, same old. In the past he had received some rather large checks from getting a placement in E-sport tournaments in the past and had the same reaction, just an 'Okay, whatever' kind of response to earning a 150,000 dollar paycheck.
He walked down the halls of the hospital for those with consciousness related injuries. Occasionally he peered inside the windows to see the other patients. Usually there was a patient in heavy restaints and a psionic medic standing over them, waving their hands in the air while a rippling violet light surrounded the patient's head. But another time he saw moving images floating the air, then the psionic medic poked the patient's head with a finger and one of the images was snuffed out.
Zack turned away and followed the waypoint path towards the exit at a brisker pace "What a strange place." then just as he was about to leave he walked past a girl who seemed a little familiar.
Then he stopped as he read the name 'Kerink' on the name plate of the door she was standing in front of.
"You must be her sister. I had heard she spent a bit of favor to have you revived."
The green eyed little alien girl looked up to him, the name above her head reading 'Kernellial', she said "You knew big sis back before they started cutting away at her?"
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He looked inside "I can't believe she's still here. It's been almost two months."
Kernellial said "When I was revived, big sis explained to me that she had lived for a very long time already. Those four psionics have a lot of consciousness to go through, and they don't take chances when it comes to corruption."
Just as she was finished speaking something black floated out of Kerink's head but was then crushed under the violet rippling energy.
Zack said "Ya, I know her, Kerink is a bit of an asskicker. When I was on a mission with her,I felt it to be quite reassuring having a veteran leading it."
"She's not going to be the same person when she gets out of there. Big sis may not even remember me...and it's all because some idiot decided to go off mission."
Zack bit his tongue for a moment before speaking again "I read the report. There was no way he could've predicted the chain of events that lead to that mission's outcome."
Kernellial slumped and leaned heavily against the door "Ya, I know. And since he didn't directly harm Kerink, my people are not seeking vengeance. But if he ever finds himself on another mission with any of my people then he'll find himself stuck with the worst job."
"Thanks for the warning. I'll have to keep that in mind in the future."
Kernellial looked up sharply but Zack was already out the exit door.
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