Canaan - The Revival

[PKPower]

Nerva made an attempt to follow the man, but as soon as he took a step towards him the whole room began to shift and transform. The tiles of the floor, the walls along with the windows and the ceiling everything was moving and twirling without making a sound, like a thoroughly rehearsed machine ballet.
As nerva looked down he noticed that his feet were fixated on the ground by some straps that had a metallic shine to them. As Nerva looked back up, some sort of lounger came flying towards him. As he raised his hands in defense, the floor tile he was fixated to spun around 180° and he felt the object that was flying at him just moments ago push into his back reassuringly.
Before Nerva had any time to relax, both the floor tile and the lounger tilted backwards 90° and he was fixated again, this time to the lounger/recliner-esque contraption.





Nervas pulse was racing, as all of this happened way too fast for his mind to process. He frantically looked to his left, then to his right. There now was a large window he didn't notice earlier. Behind it stood three silhouettes who's faces he couldn't make out.
Then a voice spoke that sounded and felt like it was directly injected into his bones:

"How do ya feel, buddy? Anything that we could offer you to make your stay more comfortable? Water, soda, tea, iced latte, some hot milk with honey maybe?"

As Nerva was still pretty shaken (both physically and menthally) from what just happened. The voice within his head felt a little intense, but somehow right. He was barely able to mutter a few words in his current state.

"Umm... What?"

The voice spoke again. This time overlapping with a second voice, giggling, like it was trying to contain itself just a little too hard.

Just relax, mate. That way the molecular re-structuring process and the nanite injection won't hurt ya as much.

The voice laughed. It was a hearty laugh, like a good friend just cracked an amazing joke - not malicious in the least.
All Nerva could think of was the imminent process that would basically re-structure his whole body into what he was told would be the perfect co-existance of man and machine.

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