RX 471
Hatchling
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- Sep 27, 2010
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My first memory is about flying.
Actually, that’s not entirely true. I have a complete log of what happened from inception date up until now. It’s recorded and stored in the mind cloud. But if I disengage from the mind cloud and ignore it (it is actually very hard for me to do, and painful if done for more than a few seconds – pretty much like breathing, I suppose), I can try to rely on the synaptic memory alone, in the way that you do. And my first such memory is about flying.
It was a very short flight (1.174 seconds, according to the corresponding log), caused by an explosion next to me that threw me through the air into the mud of a partially water-filled crater. My armor took the brunt of the explosion as well as the impact when I hit the ground, but it still hurt. Sometimes I think that the sudden and unexpected change of input parameters – pain, weightlessness, the metallic taste in my mouth, the blood-mixed mud on my face and eyes – that made me aware of myself, 24 days after my inception.
Identity through pain.
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My first memory is about flying.
Actually, that’s not entirely true. I have a complete log of what happened from inception date up until now. It’s recorded and stored in the mind cloud. But if I disengage from the mind cloud and ignore it (it is actually very hard for me to do, and painful if done for more than a few seconds – pretty much like breathing, I suppose), I can try to rely on the synaptic memory alone, in the way that you do. And my first such memory is about flying.
It was a very short flight (1.174 seconds, according to the corresponding log), caused by an explosion next to me that threw me through the air into the mud of a partially water-filled crater. My armor took the brunt of the explosion as well as the impact when I hit the ground, but it still hurt. Sometimes I think that the sudden and unexpected change of input parameters – pain, weightlessness, the metallic taste in my mouth, the blood-mixed mud on my face and eyes – that made me aware of myself, 24 days after my inception.
Identity through pain.
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