Exordium 5

Exordium 5

World: 2

Fifth Memory:

goat

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Eou winced, squinting at the sudden pain of bright white light shining directly into their eyes.

Familiative presence 'father' audative interrogatory? Eou sat, disoriented, allowing themselves to respond while sensing and appreciating the care in the voice of the figure across from them. New memories flooded in as they sat, memories of sounds and shapes, forms and feelings, things they had experienced and participated in but now could hardly remember, like an old dream they couldn't quite remember. The familiarity of the familiative presense was a comfort that had new weight after… Eou tried to remember. Quelly? Auctan? Already that faded.

"QkI=" Eou muttered, "YmFsbA==?" and stood as the conversation ended, fists clenching in memory of why they had… left. And returned. Taking a step they stumbled, and blinked to more closely observe the surroundings. They're visual perceptive awareness was much higher off the floor than it had been before - across from them, familiative presence existed. The air was was cold bitter metal in their nose, the lights hard and piercing.

Memories kept registering as they allowed their body to leave the small room, trusting it to safely register new ambulatory experience. The next space was larger, and familiar, although this was the first time Eou had seen it. Disoriented they walked about picking up the occasional item their mind registered as of medical purpose - and finally remembered this was a medical room. This was where their father worked, he was a doctor. That was a scalpel, this was a medical tray, those were vials.

Clinic. My fathers clinic. The intensity of Eou's growing memory allowed a temporary clarity to their thoughts. I hated the smell. Damp, and cold. Dark, and sick. It smelled like medicine and other peoples problems. People never came here unless they had problems, and they weren't shy about sharing them. I liked that he helped people but I didn't like being here.

Relationally similar presences entered Eou's awareness as they explored the larger room - Robot - cake, faint memory stirred, trembling of memory; rejected it. It ruined my Y2FrZQ==.

Andy; the robot https://fallout.fandom.com/wiki/Andy_(Fallout_3)

Jonas: familiar; additional resentment for QkI=

Stanley https://fallout.fandom.com/wiki/Stanley_Armstrong

***replay for interaction with Stanley and the robo ? ***

Audtive interjection initiated emotional feedback in Eou's body as they heard emotionally elevated voices from outside the clinic, down the hall; recongitive memory recognized one of them, albeit different. "QW1hdGE=" Eou mumbled in recognition, struggling still to fully adapt to this larger body. Hot flushes of emotion hurried them down the hall to the right towards the… the word rose unbidden from their mind - the classroom. Eou paused, observing the interaction.

Four relationally equivalent figures cornering a forth. Recognative awareness triggered a rush of memory from a different time - a familiative recognition - though in memory smaller, this fourth figure - was Eou's friend! The pride and aggression of the three's vocalative dyadic interactions, self designative VHVubmVsIFNuYWtlcw== - but it was the plaintive defensive rejective posture and rejective auditive vocalization that set Eou moving towards them without fully intending to.

Hot emotion flushed through their body in their advance and a cold whiteness overtook Eou's vision, as if the intensity of the situation was pulling them away, as if they were being pushed away from this world - "QkI=" muttered as they advanced, and remembered "YmFsbA==" - they weren't ready to leave. Not yet, especially not now. Their friend was being hurt, Eou had to help them, had to… remember why they were here. Why were they here?

"BB." Eou muttered, remembering the small curious creature, "Ball." Eou muttered again, remembering the vast plaint redness that was their whole world of joy for a time. "QW1hdGE=" Eou remembered the name of their friend, "Amata." Couldn't they see she had it hard enough? Even her own father didn't like her. At least mine liked me. I think.

Stepping up to the three bulling their friend, Eou made them c3RvcA=

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Eou struggled to hold on even as the world flushed white through the intensity of their emotionalized dyadic interactionalization; Eou made them stop. Eou made them c3RvcA= hurting their friend.

The teacher looked up as they all filed in - had they heard the commotion at all, ignored it or been oblivious? Did it matter? Eou couldn't quite remember. The classroom itself was familiar, and comfortable. It smelled of old metal and stress, but also stirred memories of small victories and the learnings of different things, things Eou remembered just now for the first time. Numbers, and words! Names, and concepts, histories and created things.

Eou sat, enjoying how the almost too-small desk cupped their body, supported the weight of their physical instantiation in this stale room. Even the pain of the projector in the dark room was a comfort after Eou made them c3RvcA=, a familiar discomfort from years of being in this room they had never seen before.

"QnJvdGNo" Eou muttered as a familiar name rose to their conscious awareness - the teacher's name, Mister Brotch. The fleeting memory of dozens and hundreds of interactions flitted through their mind before fading. They weren't important now - there was to be a test, the one their father had mentioned as so essential, and it was being explained. As the vocalizations settled into awareness and understanding Eou considered how they would respond. Faint pangs of urgency and concern tugged at their mind - this wasn't why they were here.

But they were here, now, in this moment, with physically relationally similar others, and this locationally emotive urgency stimulated a spark of curiosity as Eou looked about at the others here, how they sat at attention, some seeming bored, some curious, but all present. Eou decided to be present too, and focused on the immediate moment. Mister Brotch was speaking.

As Eou understood the test they became very sad; nobody else seemed to be aware but it became clear that this test wasn't about discovering who they were but - but applying integrative exeternalative denomative structuralization to functionalize a categorative requireatization of people. Even their friend!

Eou frowned as the test began, finding the whole process suddenly deeply uncomfortable and grossly intrusive. But - nobody else seemed to be reacting as they were. Even their father had demanded they - that they come here, how important it was. Even after the… others had tried to hurt their friend they were all here, now, quiet, obedient.

Despite their hesitation, this… stirred Eou's curiosity. The test itself was repellant, invasive, a mockery of the individuality they were just now learning they had, but - what would it say of them? How would their unique potentiative individuality be sorted according to the needs of this externalative bounded system?

Deciding to take the test seriously Eou became determined to exercise interrelational dyadic clarity of full self honesty.

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Eou paused at the last question; each option stirred a faint disgust from their deeper memories in a way they couldn't quite explain. The question itself was… fine, but the provided answers - and they did have to pick one - were all repulsive.

But at least they were all the same. With a disdainful frown Eou picked one at random, hoping that all that mattered was that it allowed the test to end.

Eou stirred with epistemophilic designative curiosity as they stood to join the class in lining up to receive their results from Mr. Brotch, feeling a growing curiositive tension.

As the class lined up to receive their results from Mr Brotch, Eou felt the stirring of a thread of reflexive curiositive epistemophilic…

Eou shuddered as the world flickered white. They had been here too long already - the thought made Eou frown in concentration. Too long? The test was the same length for everyone. Here? Everyone was here.

designative intent

Feeling the stirring of a thread of reflexitive desiritive curiositive designitive intent…

Eou shook their head again, trying to concentrate - Mr Brotch was speaking , reading out everyone's results, and

reflexive curiositive answerative designative intent

Reflective designation U2hpZnQgU3VwZXJ2aXNvcg==

Eou glanced to Mr Brotch with confusion that must have been evident, as he explained, "Apparently you're management material. You're going to be trained as a Shift Supervisor. Could I be talking to the next Overseer? Stranger things have happened."

Prevalent skill: Sneak

Making no reaction Eou turned to leave, hurrying. Something was… wrong. What was wrong? What was…

The test was fine, I…

QkI=

I don't remember. I don't… why can't I…

QkI=

cmVtZW1iZXI= (=remember)

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