Ever woken with that feeling of not knowing if you've slept for an hour, 12 hours or 24? Well that's how woke five minutes ago.
My disorientation wasn't helped by the light blinding me from above, or my surroundings.
Instinctively I raised my arms to shield my eyes only to find that I had been wired up to some machine which restricted my movement. Upon further investigation I realize that dozens of wires were attached to various parts of my body, with the majority fixed to my head.
My efforts to remove the wires were fruitless, as it would appear the sensors connecting them have been adhered to me somehow.
So I take a little time to concentrate on my surroundings whilst doing a mental check that everything is working. The white walls are clean and featureless, the machines to which the wires are connected is the only visible object present. My toes wiggled and it appears all my limbs are present and working so I'll take that as a bonus.
A short while later what I can only assume was a medi-bot walked in.
'Welcome back commander', it said in that tinny voice that has been used to distinguish human from wires and circuits since time immemorial.
'I'm going to ask you a series of questions, but first and to put your mind at ease I'm instructed to inform you that you were accepted on the Genesis II programme.'
'What the frack is the Genesis II Programme' I ask with a small amount of panic rising in my voice.
'The programme is many things to many people, for most it's an opportunity to hide past grief, an opportunity to be reborn, you would need to be either very lucky or very wealthy to have been selected for the programme commander.'
I was then subjected to a series of questions to test my memory or lack there of.
And thus I found that my memory had been wiped, my past life erased. What's more it would appear that I had agreed, no, paid to have this procedure completed!
I was later informed that a few details of my past life were to be revealed to me, mainly so that I could anchor my 'new self' in some sort of reality. Turns out this was a most unusual request but one the programme managers were happy to accept for the right fee...
later still, once all the checks were completed I was invited to meet with my solicitor to confirm all payments were legitimate. I was shown a hologram of myself explaining my past life as a well traveled commander. That I had undergone the procedure to enable those experiences to appear new and fresh, that I could discover the wonders to the work anew.
What a in ejut!
That's not the worst of it. I had paid in excess of 100m credits for the privilege and double that was donated to the Pilots federation with instructions to assist new recruits! What's more I was being given a training sidey as gratitude for my generosity in an effort to get me started again! My anger was beginning to boil over. I asked who else had witnessed my stupidity, for I suspected foul play.
I was shown the confirmation papers. There was the signature of me, Cula-ta, the signature of my solicitor, Sol Goodman and there was the signature of the witness, one Commander Moss Foot*, Commander MF, Mutha a. I knew just who to take my anger out on.
If ever I catch him, he better watch out.
* added for role-play purposes only. Moss Foot is a friend
To be continued...
My disorientation wasn't helped by the light blinding me from above, or my surroundings.
Instinctively I raised my arms to shield my eyes only to find that I had been wired up to some machine which restricted my movement. Upon further investigation I realize that dozens of wires were attached to various parts of my body, with the majority fixed to my head.
My efforts to remove the wires were fruitless, as it would appear the sensors connecting them have been adhered to me somehow.
So I take a little time to concentrate on my surroundings whilst doing a mental check that everything is working. The white walls are clean and featureless, the machines to which the wires are connected is the only visible object present. My toes wiggled and it appears all my limbs are present and working so I'll take that as a bonus.
A short while later what I can only assume was a medi-bot walked in.
'Welcome back commander', it said in that tinny voice that has been used to distinguish human from wires and circuits since time immemorial.
'I'm going to ask you a series of questions, but first and to put your mind at ease I'm instructed to inform you that you were accepted on the Genesis II programme.'
'What the frack is the Genesis II Programme' I ask with a small amount of panic rising in my voice.
'The programme is many things to many people, for most it's an opportunity to hide past grief, an opportunity to be reborn, you would need to be either very lucky or very wealthy to have been selected for the programme commander.'
I was then subjected to a series of questions to test my memory or lack there of.
And thus I found that my memory had been wiped, my past life erased. What's more it would appear that I had agreed, no, paid to have this procedure completed!
I was later informed that a few details of my past life were to be revealed to me, mainly so that I could anchor my 'new self' in some sort of reality. Turns out this was a most unusual request but one the programme managers were happy to accept for the right fee...
later still, once all the checks were completed I was invited to meet with my solicitor to confirm all payments were legitimate. I was shown a hologram of myself explaining my past life as a well traveled commander. That I had undergone the procedure to enable those experiences to appear new and fresh, that I could discover the wonders to the work anew.
What a in ejut!
That's not the worst of it. I had paid in excess of 100m credits for the privilege and double that was donated to the Pilots federation with instructions to assist new recruits! What's more I was being given a training sidey as gratitude for my generosity in an effort to get me started again! My anger was beginning to boil over. I asked who else had witnessed my stupidity, for I suspected foul play.
I was shown the confirmation papers. There was the signature of me, Cula-ta, the signature of my solicitor, Sol Goodman and there was the signature of the witness, one Commander Moss Foot*, Commander MF, Mutha a. I knew just who to take my anger out on.
If ever I catch him, he better watch out.
* added for role-play purposes only. Moss Foot is a friend
To be continued...