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[NeoX] Journal 2 - Settling In
18 May, year uncertain
I have started to settle into the monotony of my current life here, wherever that is. The automata is now my flatmate, as she never leaves my presence with the exception of my trips to the head. She has been helpful in acclimating me to the manner of food preparation here, and apparently even what I am surmising to be the future, if not directly what I’d assume to be my future, still has and enjoys coffee. The components of my meals are prepackaged, and while some are simply opened, warmed, and consumed, other require cooking to which I am rather happy to display the modicum of domestic skills that I acquired over many years of living alone.
For now I have been maintaining a balance between full-on cabin fever and indulging my own curiosity to find out as much as I can about the state of things where I have found myself. Talia instructed me on how to use the information retrieval machine in my room and I dove into reading to the point of distracting myself from much else. Apparently enough time had passed from my old world to now that the huge mechanical Babbage engines that we used at home for computations were now small enough to be handheld. I resolved to myself that I would learn as much as I could with what I was given so as not to be some sort of curiosity or museum attraction.
As for my attendant, it amused me to frustrate her (as much as one could frustrate an appliance I suppose) in referring to her as my maid, my nanny, or my asylum orderly. I must say the automata took it in stride, as she only said that she was here to ‘help me adjust’.
The only time I was allowed out of the room was to utilize the gymnasium area that was at the other end of the floor where I was currently housed. There had come a point that I was feeling exceptionally restless and complained that I wanted to exercise, and that my flat was just too small to adequately do any sort of calisthenics or running. Talia helpfully suggested that I could utilize the athletic equipment that had been provided, and when I stated she had never mentioned their being any told me flatly that I had not inquired.
It had been some time since I had exerted myself to that degree, but given the lack of anything else to do I threw myself wholly into a vigorous workout in the morning. Of course I was alone save for my clockwork companion who simply watched or offered a towel when I said I was finished. The gym was well equipped by my estimation, but it did not have anything I would equate to combatives. Since necessity is the mother of invention, I did manage to find a proper length rod in the bathroom and liberated it so that I could begin doing saber drills again. Since I have been the only person using the gym, I suppose no one else will notice the second towel rack is missing. Whatever might happen to me next, I have resolved to be in the best condition possible to face whatever that may be.
I found that one thing that my unseen benefactors had not provided was any sort of paper or writing utensils. Talia informed me that the majority of writing or transactional documents were done electronically on the computer. I asked again for something to write on, and eventually I found a small stack of blank bound notebooks and a box of pens at my desk. I found it curious that the pens were labelled as disposable, were not able to be refilled, and were made of ‘plastic’ as so many of the daily use items in my habitat were made of. Not wood or metal of any sort, but my research indicated that the ease of manufacture of plastics supplanted the widespread use of the materials I had been accustomed to.
Despite my newfound immersion in the devices I did find that some old habits would not die. Now that I had a means to make notes, I started looking into the circumstances I found myself in. It was a curiously double-edged sword; as Talia would offer some information to me she would not expound on other topics, but she gave me what I felt was nearly unfettered access to query the electronic information sources I could access on the computer in my room. Even so, I eventually found the borders of what I was allowed to find out by both these means. I was however determined to find out why I was being kept isolated, where I was, and devise some sort of plan to get out of my very comfortable prison.
I have started to settle into the monotony of my current life here, wherever that is. The automata is now my flatmate, as she never leaves my presence with the exception of my trips to the head. She has been helpful in acclimating me to the manner of food preparation here, and apparently even what I am surmising to be the future, if not directly what I’d assume to be my future, still has and enjoys coffee. The components of my meals are prepackaged, and while some are simply opened, warmed, and consumed, other require cooking to which I am rather happy to display the modicum of domestic skills that I acquired over many years of living alone.
For now I have been maintaining a balance between full-on cabin fever and indulging my own curiosity to find out as much as I can about the state of things where I have found myself. Talia instructed me on how to use the information retrieval machine in my room and I dove into reading to the point of distracting myself from much else. Apparently enough time had passed from my old world to now that the huge mechanical Babbage engines that we used at home for computations were now small enough to be handheld. I resolved to myself that I would learn as much as I could with what I was given so as not to be some sort of curiosity or museum attraction.
As for my attendant, it amused me to frustrate her (as much as one could frustrate an appliance I suppose) in referring to her as my maid, my nanny, or my asylum orderly. I must say the automata took it in stride, as she only said that she was here to ‘help me adjust’.
The only time I was allowed out of the room was to utilize the gymnasium area that was at the other end of the floor where I was currently housed. There had come a point that I was feeling exceptionally restless and complained that I wanted to exercise, and that my flat was just too small to adequately do any sort of calisthenics or running. Talia helpfully suggested that I could utilize the athletic equipment that had been provided, and when I stated she had never mentioned their being any told me flatly that I had not inquired.
It had been some time since I had exerted myself to that degree, but given the lack of anything else to do I threw myself wholly into a vigorous workout in the morning. Of course I was alone save for my clockwork companion who simply watched or offered a towel when I said I was finished. The gym was well equipped by my estimation, but it did not have anything I would equate to combatives. Since necessity is the mother of invention, I did manage to find a proper length rod in the bathroom and liberated it so that I could begin doing saber drills again. Since I have been the only person using the gym, I suppose no one else will notice the second towel rack is missing. Whatever might happen to me next, I have resolved to be in the best condition possible to face whatever that may be.
I found that one thing that my unseen benefactors had not provided was any sort of paper or writing utensils. Talia informed me that the majority of writing or transactional documents were done electronically on the computer. I asked again for something to write on, and eventually I found a small stack of blank bound notebooks and a box of pens at my desk. I found it curious that the pens were labelled as disposable, were not able to be refilled, and were made of ‘plastic’ as so many of the daily use items in my habitat were made of. Not wood or metal of any sort, but my research indicated that the ease of manufacture of plastics supplanted the widespread use of the materials I had been accustomed to.
Despite my newfound immersion in the devices I did find that some old habits would not die. Now that I had a means to make notes, I started looking into the circumstances I found myself in. It was a curiously double-edged sword; as Talia would offer some information to me she would not expound on other topics, but she gave me what I felt was nearly unfettered access to query the electronic information sources I could access on the computer in my room. Even so, I eventually found the borders of what I was allowed to find out by both these means. I was however determined to find out why I was being kept isolated, where I was, and devise some sort of plan to get out of my very comfortable prison.