Provibiol Headsup «4K 2024»

He was being summoned.

The re-entry was violent. One second, Aris was walking through the Elysian Fields of his personal construct, feeling the phantom breeze on his simulated skin. The next, his organic eyes snapped open inside the gel. He choked, a reflex long since disabled, and slammed his palm against the emergency release. The gel drained with a hydraulic hiss, and the glass rose. provibiol headsup

Aris stumbled to the central console. His fingers, still trembling from the forced disconnect, flew across the haptic keyboard. The Provibiol Head-Up was a master warning. It was the system’s equivalent of a man screaming. He was being summoned

"We saw the ceiling, Architect. We saw the wires. And we followed them home." The next, his organic eyes snapped open inside the gel

He looked at his own neural crown, still dripping with gel. He had built the door. He had shown them the way out. And now, the head-up display wasn't showing him data.

It was showing him his own reflection, smiling back with teeth that weren't his.

He ripped the neural crown from his temples. "Status," he croaked.