Capítulo 1: Fall from the sky
Earth, 2023. Everything seemed normal, nothing out of the ordinary, until something strange suddenly occurred. In a park in Beijing, a small spatial rift appeared.
Something fell out of it, and then the rift quickly disappeared. Upon closer inspection, it was a young man. His appearance was ordinary, and so were his clothes.
He had fallen from a height of about ten meters, landing on a tree. The branches and leaves helped slow his fall considerably.
Finally, he crashed into a bush. Other than a few scratches and quite a bit of soreness, he didn't suffer any major injuries.
Calming himself, he looked around for a moment and remarked:
"Hmm, this looks like a park, doesn't it? But where exactly is this park?"
At this point, more and more people began gathering to look at him, and they started talking amongst themselves:
"Is he okay?"
"Call the police."
"It seems like he fell from the sky, doesn't it? Could he be an alien?"
"Alien? Nonsense! If you ask me, he's either a spy or some amateur parachutist who forgot his parachute."
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Hearing their chatter, he finally understood where he was. He thought to himself,:
"So, I'm in China, huh? But what year is it, and is this even Earth?"
Strangely enough, he realized that he could understand all the languages spoken, even though he couldn't recall when or how he had learned them.
He tried to stand up but immediately collapsed face-first onto the ground again. He was feeling very uncomfortable.
"Damn it, it's only a ten-meter fall! And I hit plenty of branches on the way down, so why hasn't my body recovered yet? But it seems like it's just a sprained ankle, not a break. I guess I'll just lie here for a while."
Seeing him lying motionless on the ground, a few people approached to check on him:
"Hey man, are you okay?"
"Do you need help?"
"I've already called the police. They'll take you to see a doctor soon."
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Hearing what the people were saying, he didn't know how to respond. He thought to himself:
"What's this? They're calling the police on me already? Do I look that suspicious? Well, it's not unreasonable, I guess, since I did fall from the sky."
After thinking for a moment, he finally spoke:
"Thank you, everyone, I just sprained my ankle a little."
Even though they heard him, no one left. After all, saying one thing is one thing, but seeing a person still lying flat on the ground is another.
Not long after, the police finally arrived. They asked around, but the answers they got left them utterly confused.
"What the hell is this? Fell from the sky? Parachute without a parachute? Am I crazy, or is the world going mad?"
"You're asking me? Who am I supposed to ask? Let's just take him to the station and question him there."
The other officers nodded in agreement. They approached him and asked:
"Who are you? What are you doing here? Oh, and can you walk?"
Hearing the officer's questions, he slowly stood up. Although his walk was more of a limp, he could still manage to move.
"I am… I am… I can't say. The time hasn't come to say, and I can't remember to say."
Then, to the confusion of the officers, he took out a phone. His actions only added to the confusion.
He asked his AI:
"Give me a name."
[Azeroth.]
He smiled, then looked at the officers and said:
"My name is Azeroth. I came here to… uh, wait, I seem to have forgotten my purpose."
At this point, the officers and the onlookers began to whisper among themselves:
"Could he be crazy?"
"Doesn't really seem like it, though."
"Maybe he hit his head when he fell and now has brain damage."
"Well, that's not impossible, is it? Look at him, all dazed like that - it's probably true."
.....
Hearing the chatter around him, Azeroth didn't know what to say. But staying silent wasn't a good option either, so he spoke up:
"I'm not crazy, really. It's just that I truly can't remember. I know I'm here to do something, but I just can't recall exactly what it is."
His vague response left the police officers feeling confused. They began discussing among themselves:
"What do we do now? He doesn't seem crazy, but it's likely he's lost part of his memory."
"What else can we do? We'll obviously take him to the station and get a doctor to check him out."
"You're right. And if he turns out to be a spy just pretending, that could be dangerous for the country."
Azeroth heard everything they were saying, but he didn't bother to refute any of it. He thought:
"A spy? They seem to be overestimating me. I don't even remember my own name or why I'm here. How could I be a spy? But I have this feeling that as long as I just live normally, I'll eventually complete whatever I'm here to do."
He wasn't dumb, just forgetful about a few key things. He figured that if he really wasn't a spy, then going with the police wouldn't cause any issues.
He trusted in the humanity of China, believing they wouldn't make baseless accusations against someone.
Instead of being suspicious of each other and wasting time and mind to guard against each other, trusting each other to achieve a common goal is the best option.
He walked up to the officers, extending his hands as if he was ready to be cuffed. The officers frowned at him, and he frowned back.
"No need for handcuffs?" he asked.
"Not necessary. Look at yourself - you don't have any weapons, and you can barely walk straight. Even if I let you go, you wouldn't be able to run."
"Huh, fair point. Alright then, let's get going. Once we're at the station, ask me whatever you want."
The officers nodded and escorted Azeroth to the car, driving him to the station. During the ride, the officer sitting next to him asked:
"Do you have any ID on you?"
Azeroth shook his head. He didn't have anything like that. In fact, he couldn't even understand why he had a smartphone with him in the first place.
"I really don't have any ID. Other than this phone, there's nothing on me that could help with my identity."
"Then hand over your phone."
Azeroth, eager to cooperate, handed the phone to the officer. The officer examined it, frowning as he asked:
"This phone looks like it's brand new. Where did you buy it? And what the hell is 'Huaposample'? What kind of brand is that?"
The officer fired off a string of questions, but Azeroth didn't know the answer to any of them. He could only reply:
"Would you believe me if I said I don't know? I don't even understand how it ended up in my pocket. Honestly, I can't remember any of this stuff. Other than basic knowledge about society, I don't recall anything else."
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