The Dumpster

[Link with your vessel has been terminated]

(What?)

(What is this light blue panel?)

(Where…)

(Where was I?)

(Where am I now?)

Xaviel spoke to himself. As his eyesight began to restore, he took a look around him. As of now, he was standing on a white surface. It was like a field of grass stretching far though it only had white color. The sky was pitch-black and seemed rather hollow, like a void of nothingness.

“Am I in a limbo? Is that what they called this place?”

[Apparently, You are not in a limbo]

A panel abruptly popped up bearing this message.

(Could the panel talk? Since when?)

“Who...Who are you..?” Xaviel said as he rose and readied himself.

[Good question. Currently, I am unaware of my own identity]

The panel popped up again, bearing a different message.

(Indeed. This panel could talk. How bizarre.)

“All right. What should I refer to you as?”

[Good question. Currently, I don’t think I could come up with a good one]

“Hrmm… Should I give you a name?”

[Excellen