What if everything you knew about yourself was a lie?
Mildred "Mills" Millhatten had a good life: close-knit family, fantastic friends, decent grades and even a not-totally-annoying kid brother. You might say it was the best kind of ordinary. So not...
I had language. Intelligence, too. But I couldn't remember anything before a moment ago when I winked into existence.
What was I? Was I always this? Or was I something else once?
How did I get here?
I wasn't hurt, nor panicked or scared. Neither hot nor cold.
I just was.
Drifting.
And curious.
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I just lost some time there.
I didn't know how I knew that, but there was a blank, and then I was back.
Back where?
I was still formless. Still drifting.
Should I be doing something? I wondered.
What could a bodiless brain do? I tried to remember if there was something I should be remembering but nothing came to me. There was this, and only this, and nothing before this.
It was exquisitely boring.
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After a dozen or so blink outs, something finally changed.
At first I thought I was imagining it, because nothing here ever changed, but I wasn't.
There was a little something extra to my awareness now, something out on the furthest reaches of perception: a hint of movement.
I concentrated on it, and it gradually became clearer. Wherever I was, whatever I was, I was moving.
Should I be concerned? I wondered.
Why?Something happening is better than nothing at all.
And even if I was moving, what difference did it make?
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