Crap , I was Rifted 3 Installation Done.

"Ouch" I was able to get out as I fell on my butt.

"Are you ok"? Slip

"Yeah I am peachy, maybe I'm still a little too injured to be doing this. But damn do I want to."

"Maybe so. There is always later. We Turians tend to get overly energized before a big mission and after." Slip says to me reassuringly.

I look up to see her getting her clothes on. What a body on her. Streamlined no fat, Curves for days, those arms..so long.

System: Time slowing down. Final wakeup attempt. Note No.1 User is stubborn on sub level.

Bzzt Bzzt

"Ouch what the hell was that? What's this floating screen in front me? Why is my ass so cold?" I look down to see what's going on, and to my shock, these legs are not mine, this chest is not mine, nor are these hands, this definitely isn't my dick.

Gasp, feeling like a fish in open water. I couldn't get air inside. " What the hell is this?? Where am I?"

System: Hello User, Please direct yourself at your Status Page for your info. We will proceed afterward. And I will answer your question as I am able. Your Stats and points have all been spent to keep you alive. As compensation for your faulty connection new prizes are being assigned, they will be received upon my approval that you are stable and ready to proceed.

"What the flying pink elephant is happening.? Shit, I am losing it again. Wait a moment ... ..wasn't I just panicking recently?" I have got to stop panicking.

Images of zero's and one's start to flood my mind. A blurry vision of a woman, unbelievably pale with black hair was staring at me. Before that, I could remember "Urghh" a tentacle down my throat. Couldn't help but grasp at my throat it was fine, not painful or sore. 'What the hell have I gotten myself into?'

System: Direct yourself to your status page, User you are wasting energy.

'Fine already!!' I look over to my Status Page. I could feel my mind taking the information in. It felt like a continuous feeling of panicky, but calm understanding. Such a weird feeling.

Status Page Name: Azul Sunstrider Class: Soldier Level: 3 AC: 18 Health: 42 Cantrips 2 Strength: 13 Constitution: 16 Dexterity: 16 Intelligence: 14 Wisdom: 11 Charisma: 14

Groups: Lady Maldova's Marauder's

Enemy Groups: Krogan War Band Terminus

Location: Ship Berthing Title of Ship: The Last Stand

Spells: Adrenaline Rush, Biotic Shielding

Traits: Biotic Armored Body, Lustful, Brash, Curious, Dazful, Blunt, Foolish

Standing: Lady Maldova: ? Chari:10 Slipp?:55

Equipment: System, Omni-Tool

Skills: Gun:B Melee:C Tech:D

Knowledge:????????

"Welp I seem decent I guess. What the hell is going on here? Yo, are you there? Hey!!" I couldn't help yelling out.

System: I am here. Calm yourself. Time is going to go back to normal. You are to then allow the one called Slipp to leave and we can begin your tutorial. Is this understood User?

"Umm yeah tutorials are good, not gonna pass on that." After answering to the voice I look over to see Slipp finishing up with her clothes. She seems to be speeding, up time-wise, well her pace seems normal now. I can hear myself breathing

'Huh a Turian shit, am I in Mass Effect !!? Oh, fuck balls.' Slipp waves behind as she leaves out the room and says "I will see you later, Rookie."

System: You are, if it makes you feel any better you will not be here long.

"Huh, but why is that?" I couldn't help but ask tentatively. Something tells me I am not gonna like the answer.

System: Your mind is flayed. You are currently active here, during the upload your mind splintered. You are active in a few other realms as well. Your system link is corrupted you have not actively received all the messages and notifications. Your Submind has responded instead of your active.

"Well, bullocks to that! How does that get fixed then? Do you just send me there and I recollect myself? Well!? Aren't you gonna answer my questions? Didn't you say you were gonna answer them?

System: Statement it is also your fault, your imagination is unstable. Answering your questions, that were directed at me. Question No. 1. What the hell is this?? This is the Imaginative Cosmos. Question No.2 Where am I? You are in the Subsection Game live. Question No.3 What the flying pink elephant is happening? Your consciousness has been converted into moldable energy and used with the Master Control Council Energy Dispersal Network. All to experience a higher tier of life, understanding, rage, compassion, destruction, love, cruelty, happiness all that is capable. All that is doable but with some help.

... .... ... "Holy crap! I..yeah..Umm .. the hell.. so.. can.. I ..go home now... Don't get me wrong but this is cool and all but really scary. So ummm yeah home please." Trembling I could barely foster complete sentences, or get a stable thought process.

System: I am sorry User but I cannot do that. If you were to go home right now you would die in a matter of months if you're lucky. Days if your body could hold out. This is due to the procedure of sending you here combined with the wear and tear you put on your own body. If you were back in shape and took care of yourself again there was a chance. User the System has begun to stabilize your real body, but since coming here, your heart started failing and your mind began deteriorating, without medical assistance you are looking at a slow decline in your ability to operate. Staying here will allow you to strengthen your body and mind.

Blunt Action: ... "Fuck..stupid.."

System: What was that User?

"I said I have been very stupid. Please, will you help me? I want to live better again."

Chapter end