Sarcastic Meep

I distinctly remember this one from a few months ago, mostly because it has slowly turned into a potential novel idea. (I'll try not to turn this into a full chapter length post, because that's not at all necessary.) The whole thing started with white light, nothing else. Over time it slowly faded to show these sort of futuristic florescent ceiling lights. I couldn't remember anything, no name, no looks, and no idea what happened. All I knew was that I was in a hospital, and I was confused. When I moved, I recognized the feeling of IVs and other assortment of tubes connected to my body. Looking back on it now, I still can't recognize have the things my brain had connected to me in there, and I've been in a hospital enough to recognize these types of things. From here, I actually looked around and found just a long room full of privacy curtains and filled beds. All I could hear was just the a constant, quiet beep. No pauses. I also noticed that everything had this sort of static underlay to it. I even found my own monitor. It also displayed the same thing as every other in the room. Flatline. So, I'm confused and now scared as well. Which is of course the perfect time for a voice to speak to me from within. It didn't sound anything like when some talks to you from across the room, or even across the table, but instead from within an ear piece. I also knew quite acutely that I didn't have any sort of ear pieces in. I was in a hospital gown after all, since when did patients get those? The voice is distinctly female, and she starts calling me by name. My head starts hurting, my eyes feel strained, and I'm beginning to remember key details like name, age, occupation. I also distinctly remember dying. So, I'm remembering this, and the voice in my head is telling me about who I was, and tells me that I'd been dead for ~45 years. I end up asking far too many questions, not all of them completely logical. It would take far too long to record them all, so here's the summary of the answers. Apparently, a few years before my passing, big business companies started preserving bodies as they experimented with bio-mechanical augmentation. Over time, they had learned how to accurately mimic certain organ functions in machines that were smaller than the organs they were supposed to mimic. These companies eventually managed to connect these machines to a partially augmented (and dead) human brain, finding that they were capable of a form of resurrection. Because of these smaller machines, these bodies were capable of holding more machinery that could augment specific abilities. Imagine being a living battery, because your lungs don't take up over 40% of you torso's volume. Stuff like that. Some bones would be removed, eventually replacing a limb with something fully mechanical instead that'd be connected neurologically. I don't claim to understand neurological studies or if anything in this dream is even remotely possible. With these technological advancements, business specifically designed for human augmentation sprung up and made enough money that they became almost untouchable. To cut their "generous" funding and aid would spell disaster for a government. Over time, more companies would rise up to equal power and would do just about the same. Now, they were reviving dead individuals who possessed skill-sets that'd work exceptionally well in a... morally grey area of work: mercenary/hired gun work. How does riot/peace keeping personnel fit within mercenary work? I dunno, honestly. Anyways, I find out I'm supposed to be a part of a company's mercenary army/staff, and that an underground faction of people have hacked into the hospital's database in order to get as many people in my... situation, out as possible. All of the answers I received come while being carefully guided out of the hospital, even coming across an abandoned security guard's outfit (I'm still horribly confused about this and will probably omit this small piece from any piece of literature I possibly write in regards to this). This female voice eventually leads me out of the hospital, where the world looks nothing like what I'd expect. Regular cars drive on the street, however small carrier VTOL's move around overhead. All of the buildings seem to just rise infinitely, and I'm noticing that everything seems to be housed withing much larger buildings. It's like one of those russian matryoshka dolls. Only instead of one building inside of another, it's like 100's of buildings inside one. The final thing she tells me is that I have two options, I can either move into the crowd and gain a new identity, forever trying to assimilate into a new and foreign society, or I can head for the car down the block where on of their operatives were waiting. She then says she looks forward to working with me and cuts out, and that's where the dream ended. I woke up confused, terrified, and incredibly inspired to record everything I just witnessed. Hope you all enjoyed that little jump down the rabbit hole.

Gardevoir, and it's not really close. Most of it is sentimental, as the pokémon accurately portrays one of my late friends who I had known and cherished for a long time. Beyond that, Gardevoir is absolutely ridiculous; tango'ing all over fighting types without care, or making dragons look ridiculous while ballroom dancing. There's a certain aesthetic and grace to the pokémon that makes me want to see more of what it's capable of. Much like watching a very well rehersed dance routine, Gardevoir is enchanting and leaves you wanting to see what the extent of their talent/power is.

Probably a little late, but why not. Depending on preferences and reading level (and age I suppose), I have a few maybe uncommon recommendations. For starters, I really recommend the Stoneheart series. Personally, I read them during my junior-high years and thoroughly enjoyed them and their strange world. They're not difficult reads in the slightest, sense they're likely written for that 13-15 age group. However, the world and sruggles certainly make for interesting situations. Imagine a british secondary school student who stumbles upon an alternate reality that blends with their own, in which statues come to life and hold their own personality. There's your introduction. Another series that I thoroughly enjoyed was one from high school, called "The Hunter's Apprentice". Loved the world and certainly provided an interesting escape at times, despite the relatively bleak scenario in the series. Definitely worth a trial if the time is available. If you're not a fan of medival settings, this won't be for you. My absolute favorite series though might be much more polarizing. A series of vampire books from the 80's called Necroscope. The series itself is ridiculously long (12+ books), yet everything is so well connected and explained, which is rare for a series with that kind of length. As much as I would love to give a general idea of the story, I honestly can't without spoiling a lot. I'll leave this though: The series starts by following the life of a senior-high/secondary school student who can speak to and gain knowledge and skills from the dead. Not recommended for people who had hard time reading early high-school literature. It's definitely written for an older demographic. I'd recommend it being a 17+ series. Outside of those, my only real recommendations would likely be books that are required by educational institutions, such as Farenheit 451, The Great Gatsby, To Kill A Mockingbird, etc... Hope some finds a new favorite book or series out of this.

With being a pokémon trainer, I could easily see myself one of those Ace trainer types. I've always loved that whole idea behind having a purpose and wandering the land/sea trying to fulfill that said purpose. Although, it would definitely be less about the battles and more about the experiences; definitely an idyllic style of approaching the world. That being said, I also don't favor the idea of having the strongest, or best bred pokémon in my teams either. This being something that is also shown when I play Reborn and train my team. Regardless, my ideal team would likely be:

Right well, straight to the point. That would be the list. Took me a couple of hours to write, yet was still fun none-the-less. Hope everyone enjoyed!