fictitious reality

From the moment I had woken up from my induced slumber, the mundanity of life suddenly weighed upon my still-mortal shoulders, but the restrictions I had felt in my previous body were released like an exhale of CO2. I may have been human before but now, I had reached an ascension that exceeded the alleged biblical salvation.

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Before the awakening, I had never anticipated the complexity of the sensation that would encompass my very being and well, my very soul, if I even could label it as such anymore. Before the awakening, nothing could have fully prepared me for the sheer absolute power that would overwhelm every sensory nerve in my entire body. Before the awakening, no one could have possibly warned me about the pain and pleasure that I would endure during this momentous part of history.

From starting out as a mere theory and evolving into a tangible reality, I was one of the select few that had had the honor of witnessing the experiment from its lackluster origin. As an intern to the great DocTor, I had been gifted the unique insight into the project and through a series of debates and mounds of paperwork, I was given the opportunity of a lifetime. Once it was disclosed that I would be the subject in an experiment that resulted in my waking up with the ability to become the first manmade celestial, I had never felt more exhilarated and thrilled. Of course, there were dangers and risks associated but I felt like I had owed it to the DocTor and the process itself. I owed it to them to develop into what I needed to become.