A soft song filled his dreams, distorting them as his mind started to register reality and the dream. Gradually his own consciousness figured out that the sound was of an eternal source and brought him to his senses. He slowly opened his eyes seeing a dark room devoid of almost any kind of light, those curtains were pretty heavy after all. He lay in bed as he let the song run it's course, he had picked it specifically because of the change in beat from the intro though he would have to change it before he used it too many times. In another time, he would have reached for his ears, or shot a hand towards the closest table when he wished the song to end. Now he had a microchip somewhere in the back of his neck that did what he wanted when he wanted. It cut out a lot of effort in most normal day activities, though the concept made him smile for his own reasons. His hand slid from his bed sheets and down the side of the wooden frame, searching around the floor until it settled just beneath his bed. He pulled his cell phone from under there, pulling the two parts open and watching as the screen flicked onto the main menu. The concept of loading was just about a thing of the past save for massive files and even they took only minutes at worst. He tapped the screen a few times as he moved through the menu, meanwhile the second half of the screen was showing a broadcast of the resent news highlights. "No new texts..." he muttered. Finally he decided he should stop wasting away the day under some covers.
Pushing them away carelessly he hopped up onto his feet, currently dressed in monochromatic dark blue pyjamas but only wearing the lower half of the set. He set about the phone's menu again, opening up the 'wardrobe'. The screen half became blank, and when he tapped on a specific piece of clothing that he liked, which he had store in neat folders, a preview of the clothing item appeared. A second tap materialised the clothes on him, starting with a white button-less shirt that was slightly to big for him but hardly noticeable, a light, black top, dark blue trousers that replaced his pyjamas and simple trainers, black again to go with the overall look but also had stripes of white within the design. He paused for a moment before saying, "Oh yeah" a few more taps and a pair of circular chains appeared attached to the right side of the trousers. Satisfied he made for his kitchen. He liked that he could call it that, it just made life a whole lot easier. Walking over to one of the several miniature and pulling it open to reveal a cardboard box. One thing that hadn't completely changed yet, humans still needed there own hands to feed themselves. Pouring out the box's content's of circular shaped wheat cereal into a nearby bowl, he then made for the fridge. Cereal would probably be looked down upon as a pretty childish thing to be having in the morning, but he had long since added it to the long list of things he couldn't care less about. Speaking of childish, his phone began to vibrate, a text. He poured the milk with one hand while prying the phone open with the other, letting the actual opening mechanism do it's job for once. Immediately he was looked at a new screen again, the long menu had been replaced by three simple options, open, leave, ignore. The top of the screen read [ Incoming Message] and the screen that was free displayed a girl showing off an incredibly cheerful smile. Setting the phone down momentarily, he moved the bowl over to a small table in the equally small kitchen before turning his attention to the message at hand, naturally pressing open. Grinning at the usual morning response he moved the phone to the table as well before typing back, a holographic keyboard popping out from the screen as he began to do so. It was an app that he downloaded and he frankly found it rather useful[Morning to you to, guess your at it already-Nathan] ensuring to colour code it in his usual colour before sending it and watching the envelope 'fly away'
As he finished on his simple bowl, Nathan messed around on his phone once again, expanding the menu to full size, covering the transponder screen for ease of navigation. He cycled through a mega-list of songs before stopping at the desired one RPG by a band that was too old to be around, like most of the bands he listened to which saddened him somewhat. He got up as the sound played away in his head, putting away the bowl and spoon used as he nodded his head softly to the beat, mouthing some of the words at random moments. He left the song playing as he returned to his cell phone's main menu, wondering what his next move should be. As usual he was free, so either anime or the DgtWld were the two options that he saw in his mind. Considering that he liked to have a thorough look around the DgtWld even when 'off-duty' he relocated again, to the living room where he had last left the virtual goggles. He was about to set them on when the song was abruptly cancelled and a flashing warning red phrase popped on the screen [Urgent Message inbound] there was no option B or C, but he didn't need to open it to know what was coming next. The only thing to bypass everything on his phone, especially when music was playing, was a gvn notification. Looked like it was time to save the world again, well the digital one anyway. "But this one is pretty early" he muttered again to himself. He moved a finger to point at the screen, "go" was heard before he tapped it. Materialisation, close enough to teleporting and was almost as cool as it. Nathan took a new breath, this time in another plane. It was blue and heavily populated with not just many people but numbers and other bits of data that he could not recognise not matter how many times he tried. He straightened the colour of his coat, a habit he had developed upon every entry to this world, and looked to see if he could see any other correctors around. Two caught his eye, but no Admin in sight, he must have been waiting for a larger gathering. "Hey guys!" he called waving towards them, it seemed Devon had kicked up something with Sasha, not that it was a rare occurance in-fact it was rare to not get the girl to pout over something. He grinned as he stepped close to the group, giving his surroundings another glance over, "Oh man where the admin, the sooner we get this done the sooner we have time for a proper sunday." He wondered what this was all about, while it wasn't rare to gather all many of the correctors, it was often not truly needed and briefing would be told individually. Nathan remembered something from the highlights earlier, something about an internet 'fad' called Vypr. call it a fad all they want, the fact that it even managed to come from the mouths of the reporter in the first place meant that it had attracted some serious interest, and often that was for the wrong reasons, maybe it was something to do with it?