Some way away from the armory I lost myself in thought, mostly about the gaps in my memory. Not that it was particularly unusual for there to be gaps in my memory, but rather most of the things I can’t remember get written into the chip. Even if I wasn’t mentally present, someone or something was to record on goings, so I’d have something to go off of, but a lot of that information was gone. If I were to be perfectly honest, it seemed as though most of what was missing was related to the facility and I had absolutely no recollection of ever living here. Surely that meant something, right? Maybe, just maybe, this was just a side effect of information having been stored differently in the earlier versions of the human adapted System ™ technology and I could just brush it off entirely.
“What’s wrong?” GG said pulling me back to reality.
“It’s just strange.” I replied, not sure whether talking about this would actually help at all.
“What is?” GG continued the conversation, probably bored out of her mind by now. But at the very least she was no longer showing hints of rage towards my very existence so that was a plus.
“This place is so familiar, but I don’t remember any of it.” It was true, despite my lack of memory of this place, I still felt vague tinges of déjà vu and what I could almost describe as a nostalgia. Even as I continued to think about it I could hardly find any semblance of episodic memory from before waking up yesterday.
“The human brain is such a fragile organ.” She was right, but that didn’t make it any less irritating to feel this way. “Don’t worry so much. Besides, you were hit by a school, weren’t you? What did you expect?”
“You shortened that wrong,” I corrected her, “But you’re probably right.”
On any other day it probably would make me laugh just a bit from the cartoonish visual that statement gave me. But as it were, I was facing the harsh realization that I’m not even vaguely aware of what I don’t remember, with the desperate desire to be consumed by denial. There was clearly something more to this than I was led to believe.
“WAIT! WHERE ARE YOU GOING!?” GG yelled literally scaring me out of my clothes.
Having already phased through chairs, walls, books, and even pencils I probably should have expected something like this to be able to happen. Feeling pretty defeated already I turned to her and reminded her, “I said DON’T startle me.” To which she gave a shaky apology, she clearly didn’t mean it, but that doesn’t change how awkward this situation is.
As I began to redress myself, it became apparent that the pencils from before had also dislodged themselves and scattered on the floor. GG made note of that, trying to brighten the mood. My head was still reeling from the scare that I hardly processed it.
“So.” I breathed putting my lab coat back onto by body in haste. “Why did you feel the need to screech like that?”
“This is the borderline of this dimension. Anywhere beyond this is-” I cut her off.
“Where we used to live.” I may not have known much but at least that I was certain of,
“You expect me to believe you dug your way through to another dimension.”
“Yes? Shouldn’t you already know that?” I questioned in a manner that suggested I was just as clueless as she was.
“I was only told to do something about the distortion.” She said, “Other than my map, I don’t know anything else. I’m only an intern.” If celestial beings had any form of currency, it was apparent she wasn’t even getting paid for this. At any rate it further justified her agitation at the whole ordeal. I just nodded and continued on to the remaining floors between us and the supposed answer to my current problem.
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