[Eden City - 013 Dan Street]
John slowly opened his eyes.
A sheet of white light slowly coalesced into an edgeless ceiling.
"...Fuck, what a mess."
John sat up on the edge of the bed, stretched his muscles, and his prosthetic eye scanned the familiar industrial-style furniture around him.
The familiar apartment pulled him back from the remnants of his chaotic dreams.
"This is really fucked up."
John muttered as he got up, and as he walked across the steel staircase, flashes of red data from his dream still occasionally crossed his mind.
This didn't feel like just a simple dream.
Whoosh——
The water gushed into the metal sink.
John leaned against the mirror, his mind racing with thoughts.
Hallucinations of "seeing the future" had appeared at the funeral home, and now he'd dreamt from another perspective about things that had already happened.
With his body's collapse, some programs were malfunctioning.
