Silas had no idea how much time had passed since he entered the Evolution Capsule.
Inside, time seemed irrelevant—an endless, formless void. The usual rhythms of life, the ticking of clocks, the shift of day into night, all of that had become meaningless.
The third time he lost consciousness, he had expected to wake up disoriented. But nothing could have prepared him for the sheer scale of the changes happening within him.
When his awareness slowly returned, it was as if he had been thrust into an entirely different state of being. His mind had been unleashed into a chaos of visions and knowledge.
Memories flooded his senses, but they were not his own. They were foreign, strange, and yet familiar in a way that left him disoriented.
Each memory was like a snippet of someone else's life—flickering in his vision for only a moment before vanishing. Alongside these memories came waves of data—raw, unfiltered information, crashing against his consciousness like an unrelenting tide.
He tried to process what was happening. It was as though a vast library had been dumped into his brain, and each book was written in a language he didn't understand.
The overwhelming flood of data pushed his cognitive limits to their breaking point. Silas couldn't comprehend the sheer volume of information being force-fed into his mind.
If he could measure the data in terms of storage capacity, it would run well over 20 terabytes, a mind-boggling amount for any human brain to process at once.
And the memories—fragments of so maby things continued to flood him without pause, leaving him grasping at straws in his attempts to make sense of them.
They came so quickly that he barely had time to process one before the next appeared.
It wasn't just a passive experience either. He could feel the memories coming from somewhere deep within his brain, though he had no idea where.
It was as though a previously locked section of his mind had been suddenly unlocked, releasing an entire floodgate of foreign consciousness.
The sense of alienness was disorienting, but there was something almost... familiar about it too. He couldn't explain it, nor could he control it. All he could do was endure.
His mind was on a wild journey—an untethered exploration into realms of thought and experience he had never known. Yet, amidst all the chaos, he could feel himself changing.
His body was undergoing its second metamorphosis, but it was his mind that was undergoing the most profound transformation.
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In the real world, six months had passed since Silas entered his second evolution metamorphosis.
Six months in which his family, too, had been undergoing their own transformations within separate enhancement capsules. Read latest stories on m_v-l'e|-novelhall.net
Meanwhile, Luna had been tirelessly working on the tasks he had set before entering the capsule.
The citizens of Venezuela began to see that the government was working for them—doing the things they had longed for. The government's actions restored trust that had been eroded for decades, and while the improvement was gradual, it was felt by everyone.
The quality of life for ordinary Venezuelans began to improve in ways both tangible and subtle.
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The world began to take notice. The most significant development came just a month ago, when the United States, after years of imposing sanctions, suddenly lifted all restrictions on Venezuela. It was a shocking move.
For years, the US had maintained an unwavering stance against Venezuela, demanding political changes in exchange for lifting sanctions. But now, they had done the unthinkable—lifting sanctions without any political concessions.
The official explanation from the US government was that the sanctions had only made life more difficult for the people of Venezuela, and they had failed to bring about the desired political change. But there was more to it. The truth, known to those who understood the dynamics of international relations, was that Venezuela had become too powerful to be ignored. With Luna's technological innovations and economic resurgence, the country no longer depended on the international system. Venezuela had grown stronger than anyone could have predicted.
Other nations followed suit, lifting their sanctions and reestablishing trade relations with Venezuela. It was a momentous shift in the geopolitical landscape, and it left the world reeling.
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Silas was still oblivious to the changes unfolding in the world outside. He was caught in the endless cycle of information, memories, and transformation. Yet, amid the chaos, something was beginning to change within him.
The memories, while still overwhelming, started to take shape. His mind began to organize the flood of data, creating patterns, understanding, and awareness.
Silas could feel the transformation deep within him, a growing power that wasn't just physical. His body was changing, yes, but so was his mind, his soul.
He could feel knowledge that wasn't his own becoming a part of him, like pieces of a puzzle slotting into place. The alien memories, once jumbled and meaningless, began to make sense, becoming a foundation upon which his new self could build.
As the transformation neared its completion, Silas couldn't help but wonder what would await him when he finally emerged from the capsule.
Whatever it was, he knew one thing for sure: he would no longer be the same person who had entered. And the world he left behind would never be the same either.
He was no longer just Silas. He was something more. Something new. Something beyond human comprehension. And when he emerged, the world would feel the weight of that change.
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In the real world, on the monitoring system attached to the Evolution Capsule, was displayed the progress percentage of Silas' second evolution metamorphosis: 75%.
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Underneath the Pacific Ocean, inside the glass dome. In a massive office was seated an entity that looked human but didn't feel human.
"I can feel him. He's coming."