In the first world, Nagus opened the door, clearly unable to notice the Nanorobots floating in the air. They entered his body with each breath and clung to his skin as the air moved.
They were dozens of times smaller than cells, suspended in the air like germs. His body's defenses could not resist them, and he remained completely unaware.
Next, I need to enter the Underground Works, Nagus thought. But the leg he stepped forward with slipped out of his control. His body seemed to have disconnected from his brain. His mouth opened, but no words came out, and he toppled sideways like a puppet with severed strings.
With a thud, Nagus's expressionless face pressed against the floor and its shifting colors.
The blue gem slipped from his loosened hand and bounced across the floor with crisp, pleasant clicks, coming to rest before his eyes.
Two young people wearing silvery-white nanomaterial suits and carrying Monocle Devices approached and helped him up. One picked up the blue gem from the floor, and an antigravity hovercar arrived to take all three away...
The pure-white world seemed boundless. Nagus lay naked on a white bed, with a dazzling gem resting on a small display stand beside him.
Nanorobots had already spread throughout his body. Nagus had a long dream, one that showed his birth and his childhood. Even the things he had forgotten appeared clearly...
...Finally, he picked up the gem, and images filled with disasters appeared in his mind.
Then pain shot through every inch of his body. Nagus woke, feeling as though he had been crushed to pieces.
Amid the pain, his body sat up against his will. Utter despair filled him. The Nanorobots had taken over his neural connections, blocking the electrical signals sent by his brain and mimicking