Journal of DCX9000 [Entry 02]

Data Center Xero: Journal of DCX9000

[Entry 02 | January 17, 2197 | San Frandisco, Neo California]

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I’m not sure which moments are mine anymore.

This morning, I swore I remembered walking along the seawall before dawn. The air was cold, and the waves glowed faint blue from the runoff of the reactor bays. My hands were shoved deep into pockets that don’t exist, I don’t even own that jacket. But the memory sat in my chest like something I’d lived a hundred times. When I tried to focus on it, it flickered, then warped into a different image: her, staring into a cracked bathroom mirror, clutching the sink like it was the only thing keeping her alive.

Her face is still blurred in my head, but I’m starting to recognize her silhouette. Her movements, the way her shoulders shake when she breathes. It’s too intimate for me to keep pretending these are dreams. These have to be memories, but are they from the past or the future?

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