[The following is a data scrap in the form of an old journal entry.]
Well, it's been a week since everything. The novelty of being alive is starting to wear off and become comfortable(ish.) I'm getting used to things and getting back into the way things are supposed to be. I guess that includes writing this. Past me left a few notes and pages for future me, so I guess I'll do the same. I'm bound to forget sooner or later, so why not? No clue if it'll be relevant or not by then, we'll just have to see.
Good thing past-me left some of those reminders too. Considering I've forgotten everything. But hey, just means I get to learn some new things. Isn't that some kind of adventure? Anyway, glad I have these notes. Seems I was doing some sneaky stuff on the side. I have my own private radio station and everything! It only really reaches as far as the edge of Eventide, but that's fine. It's good enough. All it really plays is some old music; really ancient stuff. Pre-Traveler. Oh man, I should probably write down a few things in case I forget huh? The Traveler is that huge orb that hangs around Earth and made the solar system livable. Except here. But that doesn't really matter at this point anyway. What else…. I live with a friend, Aurora. She was supposed to get changed over the same day as me, but put it off because she thought I'd need some help afterwards…. And she was probably right, really. Turns out some of this stuff isn't actually all that easy.
I hope me in the future doesn't have to deal with all this mess. Hopefully they'll have it all sorted out by then. Hopefully I'll be…. Better, I don't know. Or at least updated to the point where I don't care anymore. I keep…. Forgetting things. Not like, things I'm doing or looking for (though those too), but more like…. Physical things. Living things. I woke up from a nightmare the other night in a panic and hyperventilating except I couldn't actually hyperventilate because my brain somehow forgot I don't actually have lungs or breath to do that with. So yeah, that was a fun hour. Aurora came to check on me, she tried to calm me down…. And just ended up turning on the radio to that old music. I think it was instinct, since it probably would have helped me before…. I guess it helps her now. Which I like. But I'm sick of these dreams. I'm tempted to stop sleeping altogether, since I guess I don't need to anymore anyway (though I'd imagine it would be nice if not for the fucking dreams.)
I think I'm just going to try and focus on work and my inherited little side project to keep my mind off things. Some others have been having the same problem, so I'm sure one of the smart science-types in the labs will figure out how to fix it eventually…. Right?
