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Mighty had stood alone in the shower, letting the room temperature water wash over him. Death was not kind enough to have taken him after he threw the Sal-T bomb. The last thing he saw was the bright light that he thought would kill him alongside anyone left inside the base before he awakened on a small off-white dirty mattress in a bare room; His only furniture present besides the mattress was a single chair and a small television set. Thoughts began to rage through his mind.
Is this what he got for breaking his promise?
Is this what he got for going on without Birdy?
Is this what he got for-
...
What was that?
An obnoxious ringtone faintly played through the wall between the bathroom and whatever passed for a bedroom. He remembered a plain black rectangle sitting on the ledge of one of the room's windows. Upon a closer look after he cautiously approached the source of the noise, the rectangle had the picture of a grotesque face that sported an equally grotesque smile. A green phone icon button and a red X button were present as the ringtone somehow grew louder. He couldn't take anymore of it and decided to hear out whoever was calling him in the middle of his pondering.
"Hey, it's me. Did I wake you up from your depression nap?"
It took a moment for the seemingly nonsensical sentence to mean something. He had to admit the gross voice was onto something, given how he had to have spent at least half an hour just standing in the shower, remembering what was left behind after the great white flash. He refused to say anything in response.
"Heard you've been in a rough spot since your discharge from the SEC Death Unit."
"There's not much a fucked up detached loser like you can do after all."
He stared blankly at the phone.
"I've got good news for you regarding your employment status."
"It's the sort of work that you enjoy but you'll have to adjust to a more corporate mindset."
Just beyond the apartment while he took in the words of the strange caller, he saw a person who blindly ran around outside as a light machine gun fired into a thinly spread crowd of pitch black humanoids. The person loudly laughed to himself as the occasional body had hit the ground while others continued to casually mill about. Something about this didn't bother Mighty as he listened.
"I've created you an account on MyWork so you can begin whenever you want."
"I assume you already own some suitable equipment."
He extended his hand before a bomb popped up in it on command. It seemed he still had his ability to conjure bombs, even in this strange world of corporate violence.
"One last thing, you'll have to log at least fifteen minutes a day on the conditioning app."
"We need your mind primed and clear. No freak-outs. Understand?"
"That should be all. Good luck on your new career path."
Before he knew it, the call had ended. A notification popped up on screen for a text message, reminding him of the MyWork account with login details. Without any idea of what else to do, he chose to take a seat in the lone chair and thought about using the conditioning app. Like the voice said, he needed his mind primed and clear.
There was no room for freak-outs, especially if whatever he's about to do would either get him closer to his friends and family again or at least prove a healthy distraction from earlier worries.
With all that in mind, he activated the app after he took a deep breath.