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[ Ding hello host I'm the singularity system and I am here to help you on your journey to becoming a singularity ]
"Hi, you already said all that, but what does it actually mean to become a singularity?" I said to the feminine voice in my head as I was still pondering whether I was just having a strangely vivid dream or if this was actually real. Don't get me wrong, I am over the moon over this situation, but in the back of my mind, there is a voice telling me no one is this lucky for no reason.
[Rest assured, host,t this is very much real, and the reason for your rebirth is due to your belief in God and never giving up on yourself, lf even with the rough hand you were dealt]
Huh, so you're telling me as compensation for the shit I had to go through in my whole life I get to relive it again what kinda bull***t is this? My eyes begin to moisten as I look around the dilapidated orphanage room with water-stained mattresses all over the floor. I ball my hands only to see that I'm all skin and bones, to the point that it's a wonder I'm still standing. Now that I look at the posters of Drogba and Ronaldo again, I notice the obvious decay on them.
"Why am I back here?" Of all places why did it have to be this hellhole I can feel my chest tighten up remembering where exactly I am. This place may seem like just a dilapidated orphanage by the coast of Cuba, but in reality, this is a human trafficking ring that takes refugees and sells them to the highest bidders.
My name is Rakim Eze I was born in the slums of Lagos Nigeria in the year 2003, Sadly my mother died soon after my first birthday and I was taken in by her relatives, That day marked the beginning of my nightmare.
At first, they just ignored me and occasionally beat me when they were bored. However, after a year or so, they deemed me too good for them and decided to lock me in a room for days without food, only letting me out when they happened to feel magnanimous.
This went on till I was 4, as around that time a civil war broke out that affected the whole country, causing a lot of people to try to flee the country. That's how I ended up in his situation, instead of taking me with them to Europe they sold me to an upstart human trafficking ring based in Cuba.
[Host, please calm down, although your life was a tragic one,e now you have me to assist you through your journey]
Hearing the oddly serene, robotic voice of the system seemed to pull me out of my despair. She's right, I've got a second chance to create a better life for myself. There is no way I'll let them use me as a tool to get a few hundred bucks.
Thank you for comforting. Byby the w,ay how old am I exactly?} I asked the system in my head as I felt it would be a bit crazy to continue talking to the air.
[Host, no need to thank me, that's what I'm here for. Please say status to access your basic information]
I did just that, and a translucent screen resembling a video game came up with my information.
[ Status screen]
Name: Rakim Eze
Age: 5yrs/ 3mon/ 6days
(Attention! Suffering from a severe case of starvation)
(Attention!!: suffering from deep-rooted internal injuries)
Further functions locked]
(Sigh)
At least I'm not six yet, because that's when they sold me to some warlord in Congo to become a child soldier. Just thinking about it makes me mad. There's no way I'm wasting my life because of these monsters.
I take a deep breath to calm myself before focusing again {Why isn't there more information? And it looks like I really am just skin and bones. I ask the system as I digest how serious my situation actually is.
[Host, please select a career path to unlock full functions of the system] She replied to me in a patient tone, as her voice sounded more natural.
Now that I think about it, I've not asked for her name yet, which is very rude of me, so I did just that. "Um, excuse me, system, do you have a name I can call you by? I feel awkward calling you system." I feel a little weird asking a machine for its name, but then again, she's no mere machine.
[Thank you for asking, and you can call me Eva, as that is the name my creator has blessed me with], she replied with pride as she spoke of her name. I guess she has some sort of feelings too.
"ok, back to the topic, what are the career options I can pick from, Eva?" I asked, brimming with expectations, as this would quite literally decide my future path in this new life.
[ Please select your desired profession to start your journey on the path to becoming The Singularity ]
a) Boxer
b) Musician
c) Actor
d) Soccer Player
e) Basketballer
f) Swimmer
G) Other Sports
[Ding: The system will aid you on your journey to ascend to becoming unrivaled in all the above professions, becoming the singularity]
[Please make your choice after careful consideration. The choice is irreversible]
(Notice: The host will receive a welcome gift for choosing a profession)
"Is this for real?" I explained as I looked at the list of professions that could shower one with fame and glory for a lifetime.
{Eva, how does my welcome gift depend on which profession I choose?} I ask her as this decision would decide the rest of my life.
[The welcome gift will be tailored to the profession u choose; however, the effect of the gift will depend on the host's luck]
Hmm, ok I think I understand, looking at the options I'm drawn to becoming a singer as that seems like a lot of fun n the parties seem unreal.
But thinking of my current situation, I'd better pick something physical; maybe it'll help me escape from these monsters. So it's either becoming a Boxer, a basketball player, or a football player. Yh, not calling it soccer. I don't know what Eva was thinking about that.
I contemplated my three options and used all my five-year-old brainpower to make this life-changing decision. I felt like a certain Shonen MC with a black Mask as the gears in my head turned to come up with the answer.
"Huh," I took a deep breath as I made up my decision.
Boxer…
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To Be Continued…