Darkness...
Silence..
Nothing else.
At least at first. Sense's a feeling? Did something brush his face or his entire body at the same time?
A mumbled voice in the distance.
A SCREAM! An otherwise soft feminine voice close by, it reminded him of his mother.
Cold.
He was cold as if his body was ice.
Now warmth.
Rhythm in the background.
A heartbeat... two heartbeats.
He could feel his skin again. But it wasn't right his hands he couldn't move them correctly or his legs he felt like he was swimming and it was still dark, blurs of light, everything started feeling tighter around him. The scream again.
He could feel himself moving, pressure on his head, then shoulders, LIGHT! "WOW!" (WHAAA!)
He paused. Mumbling was becoming clearer.
'Did I just hear myself crying?' The only thought that came to mind.
"As expected it's a boy" a voice right next to his head."Dad you want to cut the cord?"
"Yes. Thank you." that voice, a little further away but it held something when he heard it.
'I was just born. They're cutting the umbilical cord.'
"Hey Rey" (interrupting cough) that voice closer now his new Father's voice.
"His name before nick names!" a very soft voice. it held that same feeling. That must be his mother.
"Ok. Hi Royce."
He was being cleaned and wrapped. he knew he was being moved around but he could barely feel it. 'I get the same name? Is that a coincidence?' things around and seem to be moving so fast.
Things moved around quickly for a little bit he was cool he was warm but then he got laid down in the most comfortable spot.
"I've been waiting to meet you Royce. You know you scared us for a minute there." his mother's voice held so much love, he could never remember this feeling. But who does?
And as much as his mind wanted to race and think his body felt otherwise and he slept.
He remembered his mother saying that he scared them, the child must have died during labor but because he came into the body they never had to find out about that.
The process of testing moving his arms and legs, falling asleep, waking up, having one of two tits shoved in his face, being cleaned up and repeating. went on for some time. During that time he came to many conclusions. The prophecy was more of a lure or just a self-fulfilling one. Perhaps if no one had been there and the assassins had caught up to us elsewhere I wouldn't be here right now.
'It took me forever to write out all that code. Those 4 AI were so dependable, their shells were such a pain in the butt. My ship, (he wanted to face palm) at least I know I'll have plenty of time to rebuild it, all those weapons, my armor. All the designs are still in my head at least.' as he had another thought 'But aren't you some lucky parents you'll feel like you've got the smartest kid on the planet I won't even need to go to school.'
'Maybe I should try to lay low. No sense in bringing attention to myself, do I really want anyone knowing I'm a resurrected?' his mother and father were currently both making faces at him and sticking fingers in his face and he was using it as an exercise . With all the coordination and strength he's gained so far trying to grab those fingers. despite confirming with himself that he'll hide what he is he was determined to train himself into something more useful. he was going to have to retrain this body with all of his skills, which wouldn't be that hard since he was very close to master level on all of them already in VR training.'
'Which brings up more questions. Where am I? The other resurrected that the Terrans found evidence of. There were a dozen or so but they only ever interviewed two, and one of which disappeared. and all three that ever spoke to anyone said they came from different worlds all three of them had magic, no one where I came from could use magic except for the resurrected. So is this my world or dimension or one of theirs? My parents are speaking colony human. But 80% of humans speak this where I come from.' there was no way to be sure right now.
After a few days he was able to determine he was in at least a technical age close to the one he came from. A ship had flown overhead while his mother walked him in a carriage through a park, it could have been Terran.
He enjoyed passing the time impressing his parents, and gathering what information he could. But it was getting easier. After 8 months of training he was capable of grabbing things with two hands and saying "ma" and "da" on command which fascinated his parents to no end, and walking, which he hadn't revealed yet along with the fact he could carry on a complete conversation with them. learning to speak again was much easier than he thought it would be.
After much patience and perseverance he was finally large enough and strong enough to pull himself up onto a piece of furniture that had a console close enough to use voice features of the view screen. He just had to wait for the right time. Normally before they sat down for dinner themselves they'd feed him and spend about an hour in their offices. Well one in the office an the other in their bedroom. Now he just had to wait.