"Are you sure?" asked Sis. 'Sis' was the nick—name, I gave to the system. She was, or he was, given that name because I related to them much more easily as a 'sister'. I realized, that I needed a sister involvement in my life, and, that, well I needed someone to be able to guide me— through the apocalypse, though, I doubted that they would be able to help (since, this was only temporary).
"Well, we'll begin the training regimen now." said 'Sis'. She commenced, beginning, the first trial—phase. Monsters.
"I won't give you any clues, and, since you already have me as 'sis' in your head; consider this, tough—love."
"What?" I asked. Monsters, indicated on the big bill—board sign. The room, suddenly, separated: leaving, behind, a wide gap in the "front"—wall and opening what looked like the inside—of a worm—hole. It was bright, and colourful, like a rainbow inter—secting with another rainbow and expanding—in, geometry.
"Go."
"Hey, this isn't tough love!" I, asked behind—my—back. "This, is going to kill me!"
"It won't. Nothing, will kill you in here," he said, taking the voice of a man. She won't help me, I guess. I thought.
"That's for thinking of me as a woman, (though I am)," it whispered.
A small—blush entered my cheeks; first—at—the—first—remark, then—the—second. So, it does have a name. I thought.
There were three things I understood at this point, one, it had a gender. Therefore, by universal—culture it must also had a name. What's your name, I asked.
Driven, it replied. But, I'm no angel.
What does that mean? I asked, again.
"It means, I'm no longer— real, or, immortal."
The question begged in my head, sure, it could have ended with it saying it's name.
The third, thing I learnt, was that it tended to say random—things at times'.
For example, it liked saying it liked birthday cake, when it obviously had no corporeal form (I'm just guessing). Wait, maybe, it already saw the future?
"Wait, can you see the future?!"