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. It was the lights bouncing off the glasses of non other than the arrogant Scrybe of Technology himself, P03 Of course but…he was…human? He had no look of surprise on his face. If anything, by the way his neutral expression was displayed on his face—with one eye ever so slightly twitching—he was a little annoyed.

“you done gawking? Can we start?”