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03 ✝ [video; laptop computer - morning]

[Coming over the video feed is a rather concerned Dr. Francis Fell who, while not looking any worse for the wear in a physical way, seems considerably freaked out.]

I think all of this is starting to get to me. The talking animals, the physically morphing people, these weird pulses and all of the oddities that go with them, actual government conspiracies, and now weird lights appearing in the sky related to some mystical garbage I can't even begin to comprehend? On top of the stress built up from unrelated dangerous incidents that have happened to me these past few months.

Thanks to those damn lights, I had another pulse, a strong one, and now I can't sleep. Or rather, I don't want to sleep. Or rather, I've found that if I try to go to sleep I get this overwhelming feeling that I'm not allowed to sleep or shouldn't be sleeping caused undoubtedly by some odd paranoia and sense of duty to remain vigilant in these trying times.

The first two days I started feeling this, I managed to force about three hours of sleep each night. It is now seven in the morning and I have not slept for five days straight, and somehow I am able to function perfectly fine as though I have been getting my eight hours. I think this is actually scaring me more than if I was dead tired and turning into a zombie.

I think I need to see a doctor?

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[Alex thinks not needing sleep would be awesome, but he can still sympathize with Dr. Fell's worry.]

I think if you feel okay, kay, you don't need to worry too much?

Could feeling-ing like you're not allowed to sleep be something your oth, other self thinks?

Other self, Lord I hate thinking about the fact that there's apparently this 'other self' to me...

To answer your question, probably. Why I would ever feel this way is beyond me. It's just this awful impression that I shouldn't sleep, that it's against some sort of moral principle. And not even my own morals, someone else's.

Even if I feel okay, I'm concerned that I'm not, truly. Sometimes we may be ill without ever feeling like it.

Yeah, it takes some geting-ing used to. [He makes a face.]

It is really weird that sleeping-ing would be against someone's, like, moral code. Maybe you'll get another pulse that ex, explains it soon.

You know there's numbers club doctors, right? One of them could check you out.

I'm not sure I'll ever get used to it. I'm not sure what having an 'other self' would even mean.

[His head hurt just thinking about it.]

Perhaps, though these pulses don't seem to be all too convenient. I might never find out... hell I don't even have an inkling as to who would have that sort of mindset.

Ah, yes, I know one of them... I'll definitely get in touch with him. I suppose we're pretty lucky to have such a diverse number of people on the network.

It's really lucky, kee, that we have a good mix of people here.

[Nick being a cop has come in really handy for Alex.]

Sometime-zuh I think the pulses are inconvenient on purpose, puss. Which doesn't make any sense, but, like, if you're only getting-ing little flashes or memories, it would be so much easier if they were just a little different. Enough, nuff, to give you real information. And if you're getting abilities, tee-zuh... [He huffs and rolls his eyes.] It's pretty counterproductive to give someone mechanical arm-zuh, but not the fuel she needs to run them.

I suppose the nature of these pulses isn't supposed to be necessarily convenient or inconvenient to us. It isn't as though they're being controlled by someone, they seem to be the resulting phenomenon of some strange scientific anomaly... What that scientific anomaly might be, I can't even begin to guess at.

Did that actually happen to someone? ... A mechanical arm. Why, or how...

[Mechanical arms were science fiction. There was no such thing as a person with a robotic arm that fully functioned like a normal human one.]

I could use the imagination of someone a lot younger than me, Alex. Who do you think our 'other selves' could possibly be? With these lives and memories we don't remember.

Yeah, someone really got robot arms. I think she might have forgotten, tenn, the network, though. Which means she'd go back to normal.

[He's pleased to be asked for his theories, and takes a moment to think, taking it seriously.]

At first, I thought all the pulse-zuh were alternate realities bleeding-ing in. Like, our other selve, selve-zuh existed somewhere else, and we were getting flashes of their lives.

But then someone asked about remembering dying-ing. And other-me is probably, lee, dead; like, I dunno how he would've gotten out of one of the thing-zuh I remember. So now I think they're past-life memories.

It's so hard to imagine someone getting such drastic changes just... returning to normal.

[He mulls over Alex's responses a little bit, and shakes his head.]

I'm honestly having quite a hard time even wrapping my mind around some of these 'explanations', forgive me. Attempting to follow a line of logic, alternate realities crossing into this one still makes more sense. After all, how could a life be past if people are receiving technology, like robot arms, that's never existed before.

Maybe it ex, existed in their universes, just not in this one yet?

I mee, mean, other-me's people have spaceships and all, but the Earth he end-zuh up on seems to be...

[Whoa, hold up, it seems to be modern. Alex hasn't noticed anything too odd-looking about the cars or other technology, which doesn't mean a whole lot, but nothing is obviously old-fashioned.]

It seems to be about like the real world. But there's not ty, time for other-me to have lived his life before I was born.

[He blinks, frowning thoughtfully.]

So it must be parallel, lell, worlds.

You seem to know way more about your other self than I do about mine... Assuming we're going on with a past lives theory, past lives apparently lived out in parallel worlds- [And boy does that sound far-fetched as hell to him] -I honestly know next to nothing about who or what I was.

Other than I was once hit with a paintball, I enjoyed fancy clothing, and my handwriting was extremely old-fashioned. Oh, and I suppose I never slept either.

This just seems strange to me, is there any sort of correlation between any of our pulses? Why on earth is it so random?

Being-ing able to get on the network seem-zuh to match up with getting the first pulse, or memm, memory, or whatever they are. I've been getting them longer than you, is all.

And mine have all been pretty rann, random. This repeating-ing thing, a few memories, and my tail. And crazy, zee, alien flu.

... You're right, I suppose I'll just have to piece it together with more time. I have to admit I'm horribly curious to know who, or what I was. I'm not exactly looking forward to turning into that person, however. I could have been a serial murderer for all I know.

[Francis pinches the bridge of his nose as he thinks on it.]

Maybe we're not all from the same parallel world... Assuming even just one exists, there's no reason for there not to be an indefinite number. But, logically, there should be some sort of correlation... anything at all that makes us all similar. Otherwise what would the purpose be?

I don't think they'd pick anyone who was a serial, ree-ul, killer, Professor.

[He gives a little smile, then turns more thoughtful.]

But I rill, really don't know what we all have in common. I think you're right and there has to be something-ing, but I haven't been able to figure it out yet.

"Pick?" You make it sound as though whoever we are, we were chosen based on the traits and qualities of our supposed past lives, and that those qualities must be good ones. No, from what I've seen so far, our character has no relation to how this works...

[He gives a gentle sigh.]

For all we know, the history of our past lives has nothing to do with it either. It could be something more to do with some sort of characteristics our past lives had... Something less reasonable, more scientific... I'm no quantum physicist, though, I have no idea what that could be.

I dunno, I think we had to have been picked because of who we are somehow, how, even if it's not clear why.

They seem to be counting-ing on us to help them, even though they've kind of made our live-zuh more difficult-- okay, not even 'kind of.' But why bother giving-ing people memories if they're not the kind of peep, people who would help?

"They?" Who is the "they" we're helping?? [Francis furrows a brow at him.] The only ones who need help right now are us. We're the ones being targeted, we're the ones being put in real danger. Whatever we are seems to pose some sort of threat to some sort of enemy, an enemy that we know next to nothing about.

The memories, like I said, I don't think have any purpose. I think they're caused by a phenomenon. Like the sensation of feeling dizzy if you stand up too fast. They're a side-effect of some condition. What purpose would they serve otherwise?

They're not just memories, ree-zuh. A lot of people are getting-ing new abilities.

I dunno who 'they' are, but the peep, people who were calling themselves 'gardeners' definitely have an enemy, and it's not only, lee, us. I have to assume someone started the pulses, even if it was like flipping-ing a switch and leaving it to do its thing.

Flipping a switch...

You're right. It does seem like all of this has a definite 'beginning', though that's honestly all I can say with certainty. What you're suggesting, however, is that we're supposed to be some kind of heroes...

I know I'm certainly not 'comic book hero' material. And I may not remember much about my 'other self', but he didn't seem to be much of one either.

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