Interlude

“*-bzzt-* one thousand years ago, humanity, finding themselves on the brink of extinction in the throes of nuclear war, discovered the Aether.  A parallel dimension overlapping our own, leading to the sightings of spirits and the introduction of Ether and its energy properties.  Years exposed to the Aether lead to the slight mutation of humanity, and the birth of Genesis- *-frrtzz-*

“Ugh, teacher, the recordings stuck again. And it's playing first grader stuff. Can't we do anything else?” someone pipes up.

You find yourself in a classroom full of teenagers, they're all ignoring the substitute teacher meekly trying to rally back attention. You look outside, and see the vast depths of space.
You're on a ship, taking a one year voyage across galaxies.


	-> Get up and leave, no point in staying.

	Sit down and continue absorbing the information meant for children.


You make your way over to the door silently, ignoring the few that pay mind to you curiously. The teacher attempts to get your attention but you ignore her babbling too.
Out in the hallway, you’re the only one out of class. You pass other classrooms, wandering aimlessly. Some of the classrooms are playing some kind of presentation thats blaring a fuck ton of bright ass lights.


	-> Pay no mind and continue walking.

	Peer in and stare, hypnotised.


“Mx Zeta? What are you doing out of class? You know you’re not allowed to skip any of our teachings, substitute or not.” The Principal stops you, wandering the halls like a snitch. He peers down at you curiously. 
“Hold on- My apologies” He stammers. “Visitor. It's merely you again.” He starts to sweat and you can feel the fear oozing off of him deliciously. 
“Maybe it's best if you stay conf- Safe. Yes, safe. In your dorm room. You… Remember where that is, Visitor?” 

      Tear the wretch to pieces 

    -> Nod vacantly
	
“Good. Jolly good then. Well Visitor, should you need me, I’ll be in my office.” He blatantly lies.

You trace your memory back to “Your” dorm room and close the door behind you. 
There's quite a bit of clutter, various mechanical parts litter the floor and there's even an old-world television blaring in the corner barely above a whisper.

      -> Take a look into the mirror. 

	  Lay down and get some shut-eye. Even if you have no need for such things.


You peer into the mirror, it's a nice model all things considered, square and boxy, floor length, tilted at the perfect angle to catch all your good features. It's perfect, nothing to complain about.

	-> Take stock of your form

	Examine your Paws

	Rip out your third eye

	Check out your tail

	Search for your gills

	Perform maintenance on your mechanical bits

	Feel up your horn

	Flex your wings
	
	Pinch your skin

	Caress your fur


You Possess a body you suppose. You have sentience and sapience and maybe that's all you could ever really hope for. You smile at the mirror, it comes out wrong so you stop immediately. 
Confident you’ve ruined your appetite, you turn back to face the rest of the room.

	-> Lay down and get some shut-eye, Even if you have no need for such things

	Smack the telly like its been naughty

	Mess with some of the radio tower parts

	Take a peek at the newspaper

	Pick up the golden cross necklace

	Look into your lodging prospects


As you begin to drift off, and your hold on the body wanes, the intercom comes to life with a crackle.

“Attention all passengers. We have now arrived at our destination, thank you for your patience with us.”

“Welcome To Respir"