Kirsten's POV
I'm standing in the middle of a big room, more of a lab, the so called Stitchers program.
It's under a Chinese restaurant, we got here by a hidden elevator.I'm walking around, I don't know what to say. Too much is coming too fast.
I mean is this even real?
A secret lab under a Chinese restaurant? Seriously?Maggie, a woman in the mid-thirtys as I'd say, who brought me here watches me patiently and waits for my reaction.
But there won't be one, because I have temporal dysplasia. Easy explanation.
And then I see him.
A guy with voluminous brown hair and emerald green eyes is coming down stairs, his eyes focused on me.
I don't know why but it feels like we met before. He looks so.. familiar.
I can't say why because that's completely impossible, I'm sure we haven't met.He stares at me for a few seconds, then indicated to me that I should come with him.
He leads me through the whole lab, tells me what the Stitchers program is about and why I am here. He shows me all stations and introduces me to everyone else.
"And, tell me, what exactly are we doing here? I saw the corpse right there.." I'm pointing on a transparent case in the middle of the room "..and if you have no plausible explanation for it, to be honest, I'd be a bit scared." I say completely serious.
Which is impossible I know, but he doesn't, at least I hope because it's hard enough to live with a condition like that, I don't want the whole world to know.
"You're right, he's dead. But he's here to share his memories with us. And that's where you come in. We're stitching your consciousness into his brain."
I thought about that for a moment. What did he just say?
"That's impossible."
"Is that so Mrs.-I've-never-studied-neuroscience-unlike-Cameron?" He said looking me straight into my eyes.
I stayed quiet and just looked at him.
It seems that he's one of the leader of the lab, it almost seems like it's his own.
But he looks so young. He said he studied neuroscience so how old can he be? 24? 25?His mouth formed a smile when he doesn't get an answer.
He looks even younger when he's smiling. And even more attractive.
Wait what? Why would I think something like that? I've temporal dysplasia. I can't feel emotions so I never said something like that.. that someone's attractive to me.. that's fucking new.
I met this guy a few minutes ago and I begin to 'feel' something I've never felt. That's definitely impressive.
But I can't say whether it's a good thing or a bad thing. Well, let's see what happens next.
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