Written in 365 Parts: 91: Memory of the Present
On one narrative level it was humourous for it to be seen as the great sleeper. The dreamer. The one who dreamt. The dream was continuous, unending and all encompassing.…
On one narrative level it was humourous for it to be seen as the great sleeper. The dreamer. The one who dreamt. The dream was continuous, unending and all encompassing.…
They opened their eyes, the internal chronograph stated they had been resting for close to six hours. They felt a little dizzy which was to be expected as the implant…
The construct program they floated inside was clean and logical. Rather than create a whole virtual world it merely dropped an augmented reality on the existing world. Filing systems floated…
While waiting, the medic allowed the recently imprisoned to sit up. They were patient as their body was checked, and a spray restorative applied to the scuffed skin that had…
They stared in shock as the lifeless body slowly collapsed in on itself then fell to the floor in a crumpled heap. It didn’t comically fall forward or backwards, just…
There was a dry cough before a rasping voice spoke, “what the fuh.†Broken coughing from a dry larynx, “Where, where am I?†Drick watched as they struggled to sit…
“So they had taken the bait†Hooper thought to their self as they watched the figure on an internal screen. Just a few hours ago part of Hooper wanted all…
Several hours ago the watcher had become the sleeper. It was inevitable. Organics, particularly mammals, ran by internal clocks. Even the most dedicated implant could only extend the circadian rhythm…
“That’s true, you are much more polite than that. Well at least when you are sober.†“Amusing. How is Marsh?†“He’s fine, Krennar, he has been awake for several hours. 
“Aren’t you supposed to be dead?†“Apparently so.†“Then maybe I need to say encore?†“Well it would be within the range of expected responses for you. I have come…