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So, this isn't my first time being here, I've learned. I'm still wrapping my head around the whole thing but there's a few of you that know me and I don't know anything about you except what I've learned in the last few weeks.

You all probably know more about me than I know about you and that's weird. Nothing I can do about it but it's weird all the same. I half want to make lists of what you know about me so I can compare and contrast. I'm not going to though. You guys deserve to keep those memories of him — me — for yourselves.

Sorry that I'm not him, though.

Anyway, I'm not smart enough to really have an explanation on why this happened. I don't know if I was here and had my memories wiped and then got sent back. Pretty clear that messing with heads is pretty normal here and it wouldn't be a stretch where I come from either. But is there a way to test for that without cracking my head open?

Or I could be totally different person which just gets into science stuff that's above my pay grade. But I can't rule it out. Two of me. No one wants that, though. I don't know which explanation I really prefer either.

I need a drink.

[ for a few reasons. it feels like he's been barely hanging on for awhile now and this whole side trip to a futuristic society was really testing his ability to stay afloat. ]

Where's a good place to get a drink?

Threaded | Flat

I don't know of an explanation, and I'm sorry if that doesn't make you feel any better. What I can say is that of all the places I've been, perhaps this world might be the one that is best suited to have a reason, somewhere, that might be reachable. But maybe not. maybe no one is smart enough to find it, maybe it's too well hid or maybe it doesn't exist except in wishing it to be so.

You're right. It feels strange. But you might be wrong, too: you very well both are and are not "him".

I didn't know you here, but I've met people before, and then again, and sometimes they remember some things but not the same things, and sometimes it's nothing at all.

What I can recommend is the Tulip. It's not as fancy as it might sound, and my brother will pour you a strong drink.

[ well, this place just reached a whole new level of fucked up. there's a few theories max could offer based on knowing someone in a similar situation back home, but testing them would involve something he's already said he doesn't want to do. ]

if you change your mind about asking what other people remembered about you that might give you a clue. people involved with morningstar might have some theories, but there's probably not a way to know for sure.

[ short of trying to find out who's responsible for them being there and tracking them down, and she's guessing he doesn't want to know that badly. ]

either way i don't think not remembering being here is something you need to apologize for, at least not when it comes to the other people in our situation.

Different domains, dude. Or universes. Whatever you wanna call it.
My twin brother is here but he isn't the same one that I know. You could literally just not be the same dude that came here the first time.

[ the theories of the multiverse are well beyond her ... but she does know a thing or two about places to get a drink. ]

what are you thirsty for?

No one needs to crack open your head. Your implant wasn't registered. Did anyone give you the multi-whatever rundown? Seems like a safer bet.

[ Gaby's read all the theories. that's the one that makes more sense than ripping the neural implant out of his head and putting a new one in.

partly because whoever's doing this? they don't seem unnecessarily cruel.

plus, they left the killers on her doorstep to deal with. ]

I'm Gaby, by the way. Can't recall if I met the other you, but I'm your local expert. Emphasis on the "local" aspect of that.

Edited 2019-05-11 04:26 (UTC)