Walking was a waste in this place. Wherever he was in this infinite darkness, his feet was traveling nowhere new.
The cracks were held by nothing, his body weightless, yet the same weight and shape he had always been in life. He couldn’t comprehend why he was sent here. It was a lifeless void.
He had his phone, not all bad, he shrugged. If the fundamental laws of physics didn’t work here, then there was no reason to assume the wifi didn’t.
The light of the palmtop is blinding in comparison to the blanket of darkness he was under. Repelling like a vampire to the sun, even if he could barely make out the shape of it.
The texture felt different though. This wasn’t the crab palmtop manufactured by his good friend, Psii, at all. Instead it was smoother, more oval and he could see in to it distorted. It was almost like a fish lens, stretching from the sides and decreasing the text in the middle. He recognised one thing, his blog. The newsfeed looked live.
Was he looking into the present?
> You wonder if anyone will answer. But first you need to find a way to unlock the keyboard.