"Welcome to eternity, old... man..." A voice, Eon's voice, reverberates off the walls of the small office space. It shakes the room and resonates all throughout your body, penetrating you down to the marrow.
"Old?" You bravely respond to the bodiless voice, something of this caliber can't scare you, "Are you sure it's not you who's turned senile, Eon?" Suddenly, the electronic, blackout shutters snap shut, and you find yourself in complete darkness. But you aren't scared, why should you be? You are the man who defeated the... Who defeated... You stop to think in the darkness, spin around in your swivel chair a few times. "Who did I defeat again?"
You scramble for the terminal on your desk, the records kept by the World Watch Committee are infallible, everything you've done and said should be within the small device. But in the darkness, it is no use. Now you can't even remember what you had for dinner last night, although you assume it was probably factory-made genetically enhanced super-oats. Everything is assumption, nothing tangible.
The rumbling starts once again, and knocks you to the floor. Your bones feel oddly brittle, your muscles strangely weak. The shutters blast open, and bright, fluorescent light fills the room. Everything is the same, mostly...
Suddenly, there's a knock at the door, "May I come in?" Your first thought: "Oh it's probably 7765 with my coffee..." You manage to catch yourself. "What?" Your voice is also hoarse and gruff, you try to clear your throat but it's no use, "You already brought my coffee, right?"
"What? Are you off your medication again?" A horrid creature creeps into the room. It takes you a few seconds to realize that that ugly, decrepit creature was, indeed, 7765. "Oh dear, did you fall again?" She reaches down to grab you with her wretched, splotchy hands, only to find that your hands are exactly the same.