Sigmund remembered how it had felt, the pain, the exhaustion, the fear, he remembered himself screaming, begging, crying, dying. Then there was this, and it was still conciousness.

He shouldn't be remembering all these memories, he should be simply gone by now.

But he was still remembering, feeling his body, feeling himself ... alive.

Was nothingness after death a lie? Would he just keep going?

Wouldn't that make death meaningless? Sigmund struggled to comprehend this violation of all that he had known before, eventually he opened his eyes, finding himself laying on the ground of a hallway with metallic looking walls, futuristic looking doors. It looked very clean, the air smelt sterile, no perceptible warmth or cold, the epitome of neutral.

The teen felt his body, he was uninjured, but there was simply nothing between his legs, smooth. So he had woken up, castrated, and fully healed in a place that he had never been in, with the memory of being killed by a squad of loanists.

Sigmund had a hard time coming up with a hypothesis on what had happened.

A door opened and a humanoid being, being dragged by a glowing ball connected to a bunch of silvery lines that were sort of acting like a chain, stepped through the door.

The eyes of the being locked onto Sigmund, and it spoke words in a rough, distant and emotionless voice:

"welcome, you, have, been, chosen, to, become, a, powerful, god, I, can, show, you, how, follow, my, instructions, and, you, will, ascend."

The words seemed rather automatic, maybe this was some sort of automaton.

Sigmund was fascinated and stared at the potential automaton. It had four eyes, scarlet red skin with black impurities, wore wine red clothes and black glasses. Its eyes also contained several impurity-like pupils, moving as if rigidly etched onto the eyeballs. Parts of the skin were missing, hinting at the body being built out of something harder than flesh.

"What is this?", Sigmund was distrustful, he had strong definitions of what would count as a friend and the being was completely alien.

The alien being was quiet for a few minutes, during which Sigmund waited anxiously and then started to speak again. "the, instructions, are, picture, your, automatic, servant, which, you, want, to, control.", the being had completely ignored the Teen.

Another sort of strange looking humanoid came out of another door. His skin was grey-bluish, some chunks of it were also missing, but only two eyes could be seen. His eyes were lacking any impurities, but some could be seen on his face, black disgusting looking pimples. Several silver lines lined his bald head and bare upper body.

He spoke in a decidedly human tone, concerned "Oh man, dude stop right there. Don't do anything what the scambot says.", to which Sigmund turned around, the situation grew more complex. What exactly was happening now? Who was telling the truth, could he trust any of them? He still hadn't gotten any answers and this only raised more questions.