Intellectum [RPG Apocalypse: Book 2]

below. Inside, a man floated in a mobile liquid substance, flowing non-stop in one direction or the other, caressing and massaging his body.
A quiet but confident voice disrupted the peace of the mysterious room. “Attention! The captain’s awakening has commenced according to the 005 protocol.”
Gentle instrumental music filtered through a hidden speaker, moderate soft light scattered the dusk, and the flow of fluid accelerated around the recumbent man, lifting him to the surface. Several oblong, specialized droids the sarcophagus, masterfully manipulating the force field and substance.
The top cover slid to the side, and the man was lifted free. An unseen hose drenched him in a layer of fragrant foam followed by a rinse of clean water. While the man was being cleansed, the sarcophagus closed and retracted into the floor, replaced by a luxurious bed covered in soft snow-white linen. The droids laid the man on the bed, draping a blanket over him.
A small golden tray appeared at his bedside. It bore a mug containing a hot liquid, a tall glass filled with an energy drink, and an open container with two tiny droids inside.
After several moments of silence, a slight whir of machinery, accompanied by a shallow vibration, filled the room. The man opened his eyes, took a deep breath, and sat up.
Captain Erates was tall, perfectly built, and saccharinely handsome — blond-haired, with the body of a Greek god and bright green eyes. An interactive brand on his neck bore the inscription:
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   Race — Homo-3
   Name — Ello Erates 
   Health — 328 600/328 600
   Development — U-3 286
   Energy — М-2 120
   Efficiency — E-9
   Talent — С+ 
   Utility — Supreme (10% sensitivity to pain)
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Ello blew on his hands to warm them, staring at the contents of the tray. In a sudden movement, he swiped the tall glass containing the yellowish liquid to the floor. “How many times have I told you, I won’t drink this shit!”
The energy drink had barely touched the precious carpet before the cleaning droid had removed all traces of it. The captain elegantly took the small cup from the tray and, with genuine pleasure, inhaled the aroma and took a sip. “Magnificent.”
Ello laid the fingers of his left hand near the tiny medical droids. Like eight-legged insects, they skittered along the captain’s body. They paused at brief intervals, making micro-injections, transporting drugs to the right organs. They rushed jerkily along Ello’s frame, bringing his body to perfect condition. Simultaneously, they relayed reports to him regarding his general condition.
Squinting in pleasure, he took the last sip of the hot drink. He stood, his eyes closed, savoring its aftertaste, overcome by the urge to see his homeland — the blessed Eklis.
“Open shutter flaps!” the captain of the Reaper ordered, freezing in shock when he beheld an unfamiliar planet. “What the hell?!” In one motion, he shook off the medical droids and rushed to the window, “AI, report! Where are we?”
The chief AI replied, “Forty-seventh sector, Milky Way Galaxy, Orion Arm, Solar system, planet Earth.”
“What are we doing in the middle of nowhere?” the captain hissed like a desert serpent.
“Personal order of the chairman of the Admin board. Highest priority.”
“What?” the captain fumed. He stepped onto the wardrobe strip, mentally requesting comfortable clothes without insignia or medals. Despite his anger, he let the droids dress him without comment. When clad in a plain white, almost weightless jumpsuit with a clan insignia, he nodded in satisfaction. The symbol of his clan — the Mind Catchers — was that of a brain inside a cube.
Ello Erates had seen many unusual things in his long life, but he had never been so privileged to be assigned a task of the highest priority for Admins.
Damn, what happened here? he thought.
His awareness of the gravity of the situation tempered his anger. Feeling a slight tremor in his chest, Ello decided to personally verify the AI’s report. He sighed deeper, held his breath, and… froze, forgetting to breathe.
First, the order was surprising in its brevity – only the coordinates of the solar system had been included. Second, it was stamped with a seal of the highest universe authority, which moved to his palm and shone with renewed vigor.
The captain exhaled slowly through tightly clenched teeth. Despite a dry throat, Ello swallowed, his thoughts thrashing chaotically in search of answers. What is this? A promotion, a test… or a ruse?
“Obviously a ruse…” the captain whispered, barely audible to his own ears.
His personal droid servant offered him a large glass of cool water. The captain drank it in one gulp.
“To the control room!” Ello ordered. A half-second later, white power harnesses wrapped him in a cocoon and transferred him to the control room.
Three Homo-3s greeted him upon his arrival – tall and handsome, wearing spacious white robes, and also enclosed inside power cocoons. They hung suspended in the air in front of a huge hologram of a large sector of space. At its center was the planet Earth.
The trio of Homo-3s had been in the control cabin for several hours, attempting to assess the situation, exchanging only short remarks. They were unable to come to a common understanding and conclusion regarding the upcoming task. This was mainly because the data on Earth astounded them, literally driving them into a stupor. None of the established parameters were ‘normal’ for this incredible planet. Moreover, there didn’t seem to be even minimal monitoring of the planet, despite the Tracker 028-SCSS spacecraft, currently in orbit, having had already reported full serviceability and operability.
“AI, display all global messages for this world, if there are any,” Captain Erates said. The huge tactical hologram filled with system within moments.
Scanning all this nonsense sent by the omnipotent System, Captain Erates felt a nagging feeling of insecurity for the first time in his