Insomnia

Sometimes, sleep eludes me. This is one of those times. Maybe transcribing these thoughts will help me get them in order, and get some rest already. It's what my therapist always says: get it out, get it down, get it done. But here, lying alone on the bed, constantly attacked from visions of a past that somehow always manages to resurface on the blank walls of the vault... I'm not that sure. If there only was a way to turn the lighting all the way down, but then the darkness would become much too oppressive. No, it's better this way. Some light, some memories. Darkness is oblivion. I wish I could sleep. Get up, give the order, and the bed retracts, leaving me alone inside the cubical room. I pace around, the whole ten steps it takes me to go from one corner to the next, to the next, to the next. You can't even see the lines where the door meets the wall, or the rest of the appliances. Just me, and six blank surfaces devoid of anything. It's both beautiful and terrifying. Like the face of ______ right before no mustn't think. Breathe. Relax. You are safe here. You are safe here. You are safe here. Outside is far, far away, a million steps away, a long drop away. Up here you are safe. Remember to breathe, and everything will be alright. Among the clouds nothing can harm you. Not even memories.

Hello world

Six months ago, this was an impossibility.
Six months ago, I lost everything.
Six months ago, I nearly died.

Now look at me. Where I am. What I've accomplished. Even if the place is smallish, windowless, in the wrong part of the complex and a long way away from ground level, I still woudn't change it for anything. Who needs outside when all the commodities needed are just within reach? Even the new job is accommodating enough to allow the streaming of whatever's needed from me to the office hub. If it wasn't for the regular invasions of Kristi and Michael I would simply shun all kinds of human contact and be done with it. Then again, a get-together every once in a while does wonders to get the creative juices flowing... Just kidding, K. & M! You know you’re always welcome in my little marble-white corner of the world. Especially when you bring such wondrous gifts.

Thinking of which, I’m finally getting the hang of this neural device. Punctuation marks are easy once the right input is acquired, and entry title edition comes in handy for not signalling your own head's ip to everyone haha. Still getting that weird error with each posthought being dated forty years ago, though. Maybe its a kink in the system? Who knows. At least it autocorrects, after a while.

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Thanks comma Kristi exclamation end paragraph this is one of the nicest gifts I have ever received smiley end paragraph i am now the proud owner of the latest neural headband model exclamation end paragraph this is quite the adrenalin shot to my writing ambitions dot no more shouting into the mic comma thought transcriptions are the real deal exclamation

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is it working now is it its transmiting everything how do i filter these things should have browsed the manual where is that file kristi where is the thanks lets see says i have to modulate the responses by what is this term obfuscation clearing thought areas oblivion establish nullifying passthought ok set i think lets try stop

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Testing neural connection...
Testing neural connection...
Testing neural connection...
Test complete.
Identifying neural device...
Neural device id complete.
Connected to hub.