"My last memory was with Cell. We were about to fight. Are you guys deadites?"
"Deadites?" The scientist laughs. "No, Mr Williams, we are all very much human here. Cell uses the deadites for enforcement and protection."
"So, you're all part of Cell's "Master religion" I guess."
"Lord Cell is not one to be taken as lightly as you do. And yes, we all follow under his leadership. Christianity? Hinduism? Ha, under those religions you can worship forever and still have doubts on whether your gods are real. We have all seen Cell and his power. Lord Cell is the true god."
"Yeah, that all sounds well and good, but Cell is the master of evil! I mean come on! You don't feel bad living under the king of all that's dead?"
"Cell is vengeful, but fair. He offered the people of Earth to convert to his religion. Some did. Those who didn't were slaughtered and joined the deadite army."
"Shit," You say to yourself. "Should've fought him in the past."
"When left your own time Cell had free will to do with it as he pleased. You are the chosen one. You are the promised one. The prophecy claims you will be the downfall of the deadites. Cell got you out of the way and took over Earth."
"Why am I here? And why does my arm and legs feel like a hundred pounds?"
"Your battle with Cell was postponed due to your untimely death. For two years we've been working on you and using the latest technology to rebuild your body. Now you're back online, and it's time for the final battle."
Continue. . .
