Sebastian woke up with a sharp gasp even though he didn't actually have lungs to fill.
He wasn't lying in the cramped interior of the escape pod. He wasn't choking on his own blood, and his chest didn't feel like it was harboring a heavy bowling ball.
He was standing on a perfectly smooth and transparent surface that looked like solid glass.
"What the hell?" Sebastian muttered as he looked down at his hands.
His black leather coat and the metallic visor covering his face were pristine.
The creeping black sludge of the Void Toxicity that had been ravaging his veins was completely gone. He felt light, perfectly healthy, and entirely disconnected from his physical body.
He was pure data.
He looked up and his breath caught in his throat.
He was standing in the middle of a massive battlefield, but everything was perfectly frozen in time. It was a three-dimensional holographic recording.
