[NeoX] Journal 6 - Mornings
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jdagger12 June, year zero
I woke up with a grand headache, of the sort usually accompanied by lingering nausea and murky regrets after a long night of serious drinking. The lights were at that moment excessively bright and oppressive and I sought some sort of relief from them by burying my face as deeply into my pillow as possible. Sadly the more awake I became the less my cover tactic worked, so I resolved to get out of bed and attempt to ride it out.
I tried to sit up, and somehow managed to lose the tenuous purchase my left hand had on the sheet which sent me toppling over back onto the bed with a thud. My arm shot forward and dislodged the pillows onto the floor, which was followed by a metallic ping. No matter how much my head ached at the moment I did understand pillows should go ‘fwuff’ and not ‘ping’. I looked over the edge and down to the floor and saw the silver block Miss Voss had given me the day before.
The more curious thing happened then. A thought bubbled up from seemingly nowhere and I then knew it was a neural infusion unit, and that they were used to add informational memories to fill in for knowledge gaps. What puzzled me was I had the memory of getting the device, and not knowing what it was, and now had this thought out of nowhere that told me all about it. That moment confused me somewhat, but through the ache I determined that having had all the background information written into my memory by the device that these curious sorts of background thoughts would become more common as I moved out into the wider world, and it was perhaps a gift that would make my transition into this new now a little easier. Well I considered that easier may mean suddenly getting more background information that I expected.
I managed to get to my feet and wander towards the bathroom. As I stood in front of the sink and picked up my toothbrush, I suddenly knew the handle was made of plastic, which was a synthetic polymer derived from hydrocarbons. One would suppose had I been born and raised now, this would have been some bit of trivia that was taught at a young age, much as I knew that catgut was made from sheep intestines. The…bothersome point seemed to be that all of this new information was just randomly asserting itself without being asked for.
I took a long look in the mirror and thought to myself it was going to be a long day.
I woke up with a grand headache, of the sort usually accompanied by lingering nausea and murky regrets after a long night of serious drinking. The lights were at that moment excessively bright and oppressive and I sought some sort of relief from them by burying my face as deeply into my pillow as possible. Sadly the more awake I became the less my cover tactic worked, so I resolved to get out of bed and attempt to ride it out.
I tried to sit up, and somehow managed to lose the tenuous purchase my left hand had on the sheet which sent me toppling over back onto the bed with a thud. My arm shot forward and dislodged the pillows onto the floor, which was followed by a metallic ping. No matter how much my head ached at the moment I did understand pillows should go ‘fwuff’ and not ‘ping’. I looked over the edge and down to the floor and saw the silver block Miss Voss had given me the day before.
The more curious thing happened then. A thought bubbled up from seemingly nowhere and I then knew it was a neural infusion unit, and that they were used to add informational memories to fill in for knowledge gaps. What puzzled me was I had the memory of getting the device, and not knowing what it was, and now had this thought out of nowhere that told me all about it. That moment confused me somewhat, but through the ache I determined that having had all the background information written into my memory by the device that these curious sorts of background thoughts would become more common as I moved out into the wider world, and it was perhaps a gift that would make my transition into this new now a little easier. Well I considered that easier may mean suddenly getting more background information that I expected.
I managed to get to my feet and wander towards the bathroom. As I stood in front of the sink and picked up my toothbrush, I suddenly knew the handle was made of plastic, which was a synthetic polymer derived from hydrocarbons. One would suppose had I been born and raised now, this would have been some bit of trivia that was taught at a young age, much as I knew that catgut was made from sheep intestines. The…bothersome point seemed to be that all of this new information was just randomly asserting itself without being asked for.
I took a long look in the mirror and thought to myself it was going to be a long day.
