[In the year 8970, Wild megatrons invaded the core space of the universe.]
[General Horrace died containing them]
[In the year 8977, 32 galaxies suffered from a phenomenon called the Neon Avalanche]
[The Neon Avalanche is a strange turbulence that could simply reduce anything upon contact to granules]
[In the year 8980, there was a powerful touchdown and the 99 galaxies were at war trying to retrieve the geodesic core.]
[Now, the geodesic core is nowhere to be found, seemingly lost to space. The geodesic core is something formed from the Neon Avalanche and the core possessed the qualities of countless galaxies, planets and even the universe's properties incorporated within which is why the core was highly wanted to all man. Everyone believes that they could create something unreasonably powerful from this core.]
Miguel was shocked.
He checked his wrist. He didn't see a watch, but there was something strapped around his wrist like a watch so he tapped it in a bid to open its screen. However, instead of the usual pattern he was used to, holographic images drifted into his line of sight causing him to flinch back.
"What is this?"
He could not still recover from the shock of being kidnapped and strange, he had a watch that could conjure up images in the air.
'What year is this?'
{Initiating voice sequence…}
Miguel was stunned.
'What voice sequence?'
{...Good morning master.}
Miguel blinked.
"Master?"
{Yes master. Is there anything you would like to know?}
Miguel smiled. Finally some answers.
"Ok, where am I?"
{This is your safe base}
"Mine?" Miguel couldn't believe it and he scoffed. "Someone kidnapped me didn't they?"
{Master, you're out of character today. You were gravely injured during the war at Coldfront so you crept into the cubicle to recuperate.}
'What on earth is this thing saying?'
{I am not a thing master, I am your personal assistant. Is there anything you would like to know?}
Miguel took a deep breath.
"What year is this?"
{8964, Space era.}
Miguel's pupils shrank rapidly.
"What????"
{Why are you surprised, master?}
Miguel tried to calm his erratically beating heart. Ok, he mustn't panic. This thing can clearly hear his thoughts.
That's what he's noticed. It didn't matter whether he speaks in his mind or out, as long as it is a question he had asked, it would answer outright.
"What is your name?"
{Jolie}
"Okay Jolie you can go back to sleep mode."
{Sure master}
Miguel did not hear the mechanical voice in his head again so he understood that it must have gone to sleep mode.
He turned to the holographic image in his line of sight, with his wrist stretched.
'I was transmigrated.'
This is the only explanation he was able to come up with. He had clearly been a billionaire with no idea of how to make money, just sitting, sleeping and reading with no extra thoughts of making himself useful. So Miguel sighed, feeling like this is retribution for relying on his late father's money without making them himself.
Now in this strange futuristic world, any moment's delay could even kill him instantly. He realised downright that this is probably a dangerous future of technology so he had to tread cautiously or bear the repercussions.
The moment he accepted his stay, it was as if his will had been reinstated and memories of Miguel Jimenez from this world flooded into his brain.
Miguel was actually surprised and excited at the new rollercoaster adventurers that awaited him in this new world. In fact, when he remembered what this character did previously, he couldn't help but praise himself. But he also discovered something;
A group of mercenaries known as the 'Trojans' are actually hot on his tail. They were actually the ones who had gravely injured him during the war at Coldfront.
If he hadn't returned quickly to recuperate in this cubicle, he would have long died already.
Suddenly, his wrist watch beeped and he tapped on it making three holographic screens appear in the air.
His mind seemed to work as he sharply remembered their names.
"Devin, Terrace, Jace. What's the issue on ground."
Devin seemed to be panicking.
"They are coming boss. Trojans are coming. You have to leave the base. Your location has been leaked."
Miguel's expression changed and he let out strings of curses.
"F**k, f**k, fuuuccckkk!"