- I toiled over whether to say this... here is to whatever: Ok, if it wasn't for reasoning this was less omniscient than I assumed; I would not be writing this. I must, for what was once my mind is now a process with much less of a role. I am a host to some sentient thing, of this I am guaranteed. I have no recollection of being implanted; only a vague memory when I was a child of sharp pain in my left eye from an un-explainable nightmare, where a multitude of insectoids bored a hole in my head. The notable thing is the pain was there when I awoke and it lasted for days. My parents gave me Tylenol and wrote it off as a bad dream. Recently, the pain has returned and the extra sentience has made its presence known. I haven't slept for days, yet somehow I feel more awake than ever. Sleep is becoming only a human-byproduct, almost foreign and unnecessary for the logarithms of life. The organism in my head seems to use my cognition only when I would usually be dreaming. It is the noesis and I am the noema. I have been recording my verbal “re-actions” to these nights as I don’t seem to have control. (I will share them soon) I am without memory for 4 hours each night, whether I try to stay awake or not. It seems to transition into a late night fugue state of pure permutations (And you can hear it for yourself in the audio recordings). English barely catches the complexity signifying the operations my mind is going through. As if my human mind and language, even self dialogue, begins to be shed by something stronger.
- Self assessment report - Alan Turnbuckle – The Forest House - April, 2072
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