My Story

Waking up from a deep sleep, Ethan felt calm and peaceful but confused as to where he was. Once again, his mind was blank and there was nothing he could remember.
Around him, the darkness made it impossible to see, and not even an echo came back from his calls for help. The stillness in the air remained undisturbed when his bed inclined and dropped his limp body on the cold metallic floor.
After shaking off the drowsiness of sleep and getting back on his feet, he leaned against the wall and slowly walked away from his bed using nothing but his hands to guide him through the darkness. The freezing air burned his lungs as he explored about, but all he found was more empty beds and machines he could not figure out. His slow pace eventually lead him from one end of the short corridor to the other, and his heart skipped a beat when he realized that both were dead-ends.
He was pacing back and forth, desperate to find a way out, when tremors rocked the floor so forcefully that it buckled and threw him off balance. Lying flat on his back, moaning, the corridor then began to spin, tossing him around like a ragdoll, until he could not tell up from down. When the chaos finally stopped, he landed brutally, bruised and disoriented.
Before he was able to get his bearings, a sound similar to that of a waterfall broke the surreal silence and grew louder, until a powerful stream of small pellets, slightly larger than a grain of sand, dragged him backward with unstoppable force. The sheer pressure of the flood pinned him against the far wall, and he could only free himself after the cascade died off.
Slowly swimming in the sea of tiny blocks, Ethan crossed the corridor once more and found that the wall at the other end was now gone. Seizing the opp...

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...of the room. A chair. The chair that gave control of the whole ship to its user. On its large armrest, another lock, larger and etched with the most intricate symbols and shapes he had seen so far.
Sitting on the cold and uncomfortable chair, Ethan moved his hand over the lock and a new transformation immediately began. His arm became stiff and a thick, gray shell grew over his skin. Small pods erupted through the shell and discharged a viscous, foul smelling ooze that spread over the full length of his arm. Several tendrils resembling the arms of an octopus grew out of the shell, each one moving and squirming frantically.
The pain intensified as his arm pulsated with tremendous force, discharging more black ooze with each throb.
With this final transformation, Ethan now possessed a limb able to interface directly with the dead alien ship and bring it back to life.