A Short Trip South Part 1

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/Two Months of extreme training and busy daily schedules later.../

/Beep…/

/In the Modern World…/

/Boop…/

In the middle of an unimpressive white room, a large futuristic pod stood amidst a few strange machines and thick cables, filled with a slightly greenish translucent solution that bubbled from time to time.

Floating inside was a man wearing a skin-tight, black rubbery suit covering every inch of his body, and a helmet to provide him with oxygen.

His body was suspended by a metallic black arm connected to a switch on his back, preventing him from floating around and hitting the thick glass of the tube.

On his back and in other parts of his body, gray tubes connected with special ports on his suit, though it would be best to forget what they meant for...

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