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Mermaid in Love Vladimir Yelin Chapter 19. Another World He slowly sat and took the cup— A vessel clear, with glowing sheen. They offered it to fill him up, And sipped he did, through straw unseen. The hands that gave it, calm and clean, Felt cool and smooth, not flesh nor bone. “A servant? Robot? Yet serene… She walks and breathes as if she’s known.” Refreshed, he let his eyes explore— The world around was strangely kind. The air was soft, and flowers soared, With birds like summer dreams in flight. He stood and felt his body surge— A wave of warmth, of strength, of light. He wore a suit of silver verge— So elegant, so pure, so right. The capsule bed from which he woke Dissolved before his very eyes. He blinked—it vanished in a smoke, A mirage fading in disguise. He cleared his thoughts and gently said, “My friends, it’s time we speak as one.” The Elder nodded with his head, And Isis smiled—her voice undone. She stepped in close and touched his arm, “I owe you truth, and reassurance.” Her voice was low, her hand was warm, Her tone both tender and transparent. She said, “This world is very near— It lies beneath your ocean’s skin. You’ll see its marvels soon appear— A journey inward shall begin.” He raised an eyebrow, gently stern: “I do not think I gave consent.” She said, “But deep within, we learn— Your truest self had full assent.” She added, “This is just the start, A chamber meant to ground and guide. It stabilizes breath and heart, To help your system gently slide.” He asked, “Then what comes after here?” She smiled, “Let’s eat, regain your spark. A meal in quiet will make it clear— Let’s dine before the pathway arcs.” “One question more,” he softly said, “You live beyond the age we see. How do you tame your human thread— To move through time so easily?” She laughed, “It’s quantum-coded gene— We shift our age at will, like thought. And time itself? A woven seam— Just entropy in motion caught.”
Mermaid in Love Vladimir Yelin Chapter 19. Another World He slowly sat and took the cup— A vessel clear, with glowing sheen. They offered it to fill him up, And sipped he did, through straw unseen. The hands that gave it, calm and clean, Felt cool and smooth, not flesh nor bone. “A servant? Robot? Yet serene… She walks and breathes as if she’s known.” Refreshed, he let his eyes explore— The world around was strangely kind. The air was soft, and flowers soared, With birds like summer dreams in flight. He stood and felt his body surge— A wave of warmth, of strength, of light. He wore a suit of silver verge— So elegant, so pure, so right. The capsule bed from which he woke Dissolved before his very eyes. He blinked—it vanished in a smoke, A mirage fading in disguise. He cleared his thoughts and gently said, “My friends, it’s time we speak as one.” The Elder nodded with his head, And Isis smiled—her voice undone. She stepped in close and touched his arm, “I owe you truth, and reassurance.” Her voice was low, her hand was warm, Her tone both tender and transparent. She said, “This world is very near— It lies beneath your ocean’s skin. You’ll see its marvels soon appear— A journey inward shall begin.” He raised an eyebrow, gently stern: “I do not think I gave consent.” She said, “But deep within, we learn— Your truest self had full assent.” She added, “This is just the start, A chamber meant to ground and guide. It stabilizes breath and heart, To help your system gently slide.” He asked, “Then what comes after here?” She smiled, “Let’s eat, regain your spark. A meal in quiet will make it clear— Let’s dine before the pathway arcs.” “One question more,” he softly said, “You live beyond the age we see. How do you tame your human thread— To move through time so easily?” She laughed, “It’s quantum-coded gene— We shift our age at will, like thought. And time itself? A woven seam— Just entropy in motion caught.”