Journal Entries 201 / 0057 - 173 / 0058 My head hurts.Journal Entries 201 / 0057 - 173 / 0058 My head hurts. Hurts? It shouldn't hurt; for that matter, I shouldn't have a head. At least, I shouldn't feel like I have one. Let's try this again. Do I have eyes? Scan left, right. Yes, I have eyes, physical ones, so I try the eyelids. They open. Interesting. Apparently I'm not deceased, not yet. Typical. Failure. So what am I looking at? Eyes aren't focussing. Not surprised. Wait. Close them again. Do a few exercises, like Trill taught me all those years ago. Try the eyes again. Open. Okay? Okay, better. Look around. Wooden roof, couple of crossbeams. Good construction, but not typically Pendorian. Hmm. Turn my head to see the rest of the room. Doesn't work. Neck's stiff as hell. Wait. Practice again. One muscle, two, two, three... again and again. Force the fire. Try something easier. A hand. Toes move, good. Try some more. Ankles. I'm getting on my feet, at least. How long was I out, that I feel this bad? Wait a minute. This is familiar. Think. Where have I felt this? Cryo. Check. Yes! A dead monkey has been sleeping on my tongue. At least, that's the way it tastes. I was in cryogenic suspension. Odd, the last thing I remember was... I tried to kill myself. Yes, that was it. Brain is NOT, repeat, NOT online. |