Post by leonardzx13 on Jun 16, 2019 12:44:36 GMT
Warm-up sequence completed...
*GASP! cough cough*
What the? How the? Huh?!
Okay, I seem to be awake, and I also seem to be inside a capsule of some sort. Well, time to get out of here and examine my surroundings...
Alright, it looks like I'm in some sort of laboratory, and the capsule I just exited appears to be some kind of hibernation chamber- Wait a minute...
Oh no. Please tell me this is real and not another dream-within-a-dream. I've already exited that capsule a seeming infinity of times, lived lifetimes in utopias and dystopias, died in just about any way possible under the sun, each time to be revealed that it was all just a dream! I don't even remember who I am, or was, but for half-remembered details that came up within the seemingly endless dream "chain"...
However, some things I do remember, as they were consistent in dream after dream up to this point. I know that I built this lab, and that I enjoy music (as, every few seconds, throughout all those seeming eternities, I've had bits and pieces of partially recalled songs running through my mind). Even now, a fragment of lyric is passing through my mind:
"The lunatic is in my head, the lunatic is in my head.
You raise the blade, you make the change, you re-arrange me 'til I'm sane.
You lock the door and throw away the key.
There's someone in my head, but it's not me..."
...Strangely enough, that's fitting given my current situation.
Well, as with all the other times this has happened in my mind, I'd better examine my surroundings, try to get a better picture of who I was...
Everything is covered with a thick layer of dust, which means that everything here has been running passively for quite a while. All right...
I must be very intelligent to have been able to build these devices within this room, and to make sure they stay powered, although, that bank of computers seems to be deactivated. That might show me why I decided to enter such a state of hibernation...
After listening to the near-completely degraded audio files stored in the computer's memory, I still can't quite tell if this is real, or if I'm still dreaming, though. Every dream has gone the same way: I'd put myself into suspended animation because of some great catastrophe, be it war, meteor, severe climate change, or something else that happened around my 29th or 30th year of life. This could still just be another layer of the dream.
Speaking of which, why had I been dreaming for however long I'd been in suspended animation, anyway? My mind was racing with ideas about that as I continued to search the room that I was in. I came up with two theories:
Theory 1: Such a state of suspended animation allowed my mind to tap into a sort of "mental multiverse" which satisfied all possible outcomes of me exiting suspended animation.
Theory 2: My mind, being constantly abuzz with thought, just, for some reason, stayed active, but in a dream state.
Out of those two theories, I figured that the second was the more likely of the two. Strange. I've never come up with that thought yet. After a while, I just disregarded the question. Then again, every dream is always slightly different...
I found a workshop area where there were projects in the process of being worked on, and I also found actual physical files. Most of them were faded beyond recognition and falling apart, but there was one that was laminated and sealed away, to avoid the effects of exposure and, well, "accidents". This one had a heading that read "READ IN CASE OF LOST MEMORY", which probably means that the whole "amnesia" situation must have happened before. Apparently, my name is Leonard, my age is 29 years, and I was a feline adopted into a canine family.
Also, according to a map that had been etched into the wall, this is merely the lowest floor of an underground laboratory network, about a mile underground. I should probably explore what's happened above my head and why I'm down so far...
I decided not to go up unarmed, so I grabbed the things nearest to where I was. These things were a full toolbox, a small electronic box with a digital readout and some wires sticking out of the side, and what looked like a bag of metallic dust (I just grabbed the bag because of the writing on it, and because I wasn't sure whether I'd actually be able to get back down here again.
The bag read (in very faded writing): Project Grey Goo - Just Add Dirt. That might come in handy at some point, I don't know...
As I wandered upwards, I noticed that nearly everything running on just about any sort of electric power was, simply put, not working. The only thing that could cause that kind of problem would be some kind of massive electromagnetic pulse. It seemed that the only things working were those directly hooked up to solar panels, but those were few and far between, leaving the labyrinthine corridors in a strange and eerie half-light from bio-luminescent and chemi-luminescent emergency lighting. I wondered how long they'd been going for, as they were very dim, just shy of full dark.
I eventually reached a trapdoor that had a much brighter light shining through. According to the map I'd found, this should be the exterior exit, opening on the backyard of the house I lived in. I'm still expecting to wake up at any moment, back in the hibernation capsule. Anyway, while I'm in this current situation, I guess it's time to see what life above ground is like this time...
TO BE CONTINUED...
Brain Damage (C) Roger Waters, Pink Floyd, 1973
*GASP! cough cough*
What the? How the? Huh?!
Okay, I seem to be awake, and I also seem to be inside a capsule of some sort. Well, time to get out of here and examine my surroundings...
Alright, it looks like I'm in some sort of laboratory, and the capsule I just exited appears to be some kind of hibernation chamber- Wait a minute...
Oh no. Please tell me this is real and not another dream-within-a-dream. I've already exited that capsule a seeming infinity of times, lived lifetimes in utopias and dystopias, died in just about any way possible under the sun, each time to be revealed that it was all just a dream! I don't even remember who I am, or was, but for half-remembered details that came up within the seemingly endless dream "chain"...
However, some things I do remember, as they were consistent in dream after dream up to this point. I know that I built this lab, and that I enjoy music (as, every few seconds, throughout all those seeming eternities, I've had bits and pieces of partially recalled songs running through my mind). Even now, a fragment of lyric is passing through my mind:
"The lunatic is in my head, the lunatic is in my head.
You raise the blade, you make the change, you re-arrange me 'til I'm sane.
You lock the door and throw away the key.
There's someone in my head, but it's not me..."
...Strangely enough, that's fitting given my current situation.
Well, as with all the other times this has happened in my mind, I'd better examine my surroundings, try to get a better picture of who I was...
Everything is covered with a thick layer of dust, which means that everything here has been running passively for quite a while. All right...
I must be very intelligent to have been able to build these devices within this room, and to make sure they stay powered, although, that bank of computers seems to be deactivated. That might show me why I decided to enter such a state of hibernation...
After listening to the near-completely degraded audio files stored in the computer's memory, I still can't quite tell if this is real, or if I'm still dreaming, though. Every dream has gone the same way: I'd put myself into suspended animation because of some great catastrophe, be it war, meteor, severe climate change, or something else that happened around my 29th or 30th year of life. This could still just be another layer of the dream.
Speaking of which, why had I been dreaming for however long I'd been in suspended animation, anyway? My mind was racing with ideas about that as I continued to search the room that I was in. I came up with two theories:
Theory 1: Such a state of suspended animation allowed my mind to tap into a sort of "mental multiverse" which satisfied all possible outcomes of me exiting suspended animation.
Theory 2: My mind, being constantly abuzz with thought, just, for some reason, stayed active, but in a dream state.
Out of those two theories, I figured that the second was the more likely of the two. Strange. I've never come up with that thought yet. After a while, I just disregarded the question. Then again, every dream is always slightly different...
I found a workshop area where there were projects in the process of being worked on, and I also found actual physical files. Most of them were faded beyond recognition and falling apart, but there was one that was laminated and sealed away, to avoid the effects of exposure and, well, "accidents". This one had a heading that read "READ IN CASE OF LOST MEMORY", which probably means that the whole "amnesia" situation must have happened before. Apparently, my name is Leonard, my age is 29 years, and I was a feline adopted into a canine family.
Also, according to a map that had been etched into the wall, this is merely the lowest floor of an underground laboratory network, about a mile underground. I should probably explore what's happened above my head and why I'm down so far...
I decided not to go up unarmed, so I grabbed the things nearest to where I was. These things were a full toolbox, a small electronic box with a digital readout and some wires sticking out of the side, and what looked like a bag of metallic dust (I just grabbed the bag because of the writing on it, and because I wasn't sure whether I'd actually be able to get back down here again.
The bag read (in very faded writing): Project Grey Goo - Just Add Dirt. That might come in handy at some point, I don't know...
As I wandered upwards, I noticed that nearly everything running on just about any sort of electric power was, simply put, not working. The only thing that could cause that kind of problem would be some kind of massive electromagnetic pulse. It seemed that the only things working were those directly hooked up to solar panels, but those were few and far between, leaving the labyrinthine corridors in a strange and eerie half-light from bio-luminescent and chemi-luminescent emergency lighting. I wondered how long they'd been going for, as they were very dim, just shy of full dark.
I eventually reached a trapdoor that had a much brighter light shining through. According to the map I'd found, this should be the exterior exit, opening on the backyard of the house I lived in. I'm still expecting to wake up at any moment, back in the hibernation capsule. Anyway, while I'm in this current situation, I guess it's time to see what life above ground is like this time...
TO BE CONTINUED...
Brain Damage (C) Roger Waters, Pink Floyd, 1973