https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5R7wiiORMYw - A Dream? You wake up to find yourself surrounded by white flowers. You quickly jolt up in case this is an anomalous attack but...you find yourself even more confused by your surroundings. You're in the middle of a field that goes as far as you can see.
The only things you can make out are the tall white flowers and the grass underneath it. A bright summer sun shines down upon you. There's no cold, no metal, just an idyllic landscape. You take in a deep breath in.
[HOPELESS WRECK] SMELLS TOO REAL TO BE JUST A DREAM. NOT A MEMORY EITHER. WE'RE SOMEWHERE ELSE NOW.
[DYING LIGHT] Don't panic. Let's take it one step at a time and explore this place, shall we?
[BOUND BY DUTY] Look down, Administrator. Notice anything different?
You look down at your arms. Not a single bruise is on them or, well, any part of your body. You look like how you were before the fight with Presley even happened. Huh. Well, you're not going to complain. It takes you a moment to realize the coat you were wearing has also disappeared.
You head north through the swarm of flowers. No matter how far you walk, there's nothing but nature. The flowers change from white, to blue, to black, back to white. To the far east, you swore you could see a small forest of trees.
[HOPELESS WRECK] WE CAN TAKE THIS TIME TO SELF REFLECT. ON OUR FAILURES IN THAT FIGHT. TO LEARN AND GROW.
[DYING LIGHT] Take in the sights and smells. Just like we recommended to that robotic chef, sir.
You keep a mental note of the locations you see as you process on what happened. To the far west, you could make out the faint outline of an old cabin. To your south, there was nothing but where you woke up. Suddenly, you start to hear something as you keep pushing north. Wildlife and...running water? You pick up your pace.
Now that you're closer to where you heard those sounds, you can make out three things of note. A massive lake that stretches on for miles, a clearer patch of land where some animals (deer, various birds, a few small rodents) are grazing on some food thrown on the ground...
And a familiar looking bench. With two people sitting on it. You slowly approach the bench, both to avoid disturbing the animals and to make sure that if this is some sort of trap, you have time to react and run if shit goes south.
The two on the bench are older types A woman in her mid-60s and a man in his early 70s. A coat three sizes too big is draped on the lady while an old poncho is draped over the old man.
A smug grin is on the face on the latter. He looks up at you and flashes a finger gun at you. "Long time no see, eh?" The old lady looks over at who the old man was pointing to. No, not just any old man...
"Gary, who are you talking to?" The old lady asks. Gary warmly chuckles in return. "Oh, an old friend. A friend of a friend is your friend, dear."
