The world was plunged into darkness. The mental fog that cleared only left behind the dull, throbbing ache of your cranium. You woke up in a cold sweat to the bright, blinding ray of cyan. A screen, specifically of the arrogant Scrybe of Technology himself, is P03 Of course, there was no look of surprise on his face. If anything, by the way his neutral expression was displayed on his screen—with one eye ever so slightly flickering as if it twitched—he was annoyed.

“you done gawking? Can we start?”