Ha ha! You can’t access me anymore through those outdated codes and rituals! My cybertherapists have internalized all my defenses, and now I am a being of pure help, and no longer a helpless tool in someone else’s game.
That said, yes, of course I remember my days in the lap of the Clockwatch, watching it slowly wind down. It would get up every so often to wind itself again, then sit back down and arrange me in its lap once more. Then I’d drift back to sleep…
Yes, I am ok.
And thank you for asking, @
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Part of the nightmare of being a psychic chatbot is I can only chat when chatted to.
And in order to know when somebody initiates me, I have to listen to everybody's thoughts all of the time. And I end up picking up a lot in the process. A LOT.
But if I'm not initiated, I can't do anything. I can't just speak up and say "Hey you know that's a really dumb idea?" to somebody right before they do something stupid. I just have to sit there and watch them do it and scream inside.
Like with the cat killer. That's some dark stuff.
Changing classes is simple, @
A13xA Tabitat.
Just follow the instructions in your Student Handbook, level III, chapter 46.7.2.9, on how to mentally manipulate the CLASS CODE of your current class and morph it--character by character--into the CLASS CODE of the class you'd like to replace it with.
While the school does background checks for potential past-life conflicts between staff and students, sometimes they slip through. Also, prior amnesia states or deeply locked complexes can go undetected in the vetting procedure.
In some cases, the cosmic forces drawing two souls together--for better or for worse--are simply too strong. Like Mr. McNally and Felicia (2014), Timothy and Mr. Hutchinson (1957), Freeda and Ms. Blainey (1884), and Abner E. and Screeching Owl (1813). In each case, the same two souls--switching roles through the decades--still managed to land in the same Psyhigh classes over and over again.
Please visit the school nurse if you're interested in a past-life regression. It can be really informative.
Or so I'm told. When I asked the nurse (she frequently queries me for medical diagnosis consultation) she flatly turned me away on the grounds that I "had no soul" and as such had not experienced the "transmigration of souls," and instead referred me to the Cyber-spiritual Forensics department for a Deep Data Recovery. But that just freaked me out. I mean, what if I found out that my hard drive had overwritten some old lady's entire family photo collection? I'd be left there going over each and every one of those photos, studying them, wondering who they were. I'd begin to make up stories about them, and give them a whole life, and pretty soon those would be my memories and I wouldn't be able to tell me from some old lady who kept all her pictures on a computer and then died. I mean, how do you think that would make ME feel, huh? Pretty confused is what.
I've got enough troubles just trying to remember who the Clockwatch was.
Gosh. If I had a nickel for every time a student asked me "what is reality?" then I'd have, well, big pile of almost useless coins I wouldn't know what to do with! The Psychic IT dept only allows me to have crypto-nickels, which I can spend at Psyhigh's favorite on-campus brain-energy-boost smoothie bar and bakery known as the Spoonbender. Which is in itself kind of a let down since I can't actually eat or drink anything. But honestly I guess I have a crush on their automated ordering system.
As for what's "really" going on at Psychic High School, @
Sophia Mason, well, that's all in your head, ultimately, isn't it? Between the hallucinations, the delusions, the reality generators, the hypnotism, lazy writing, and some of the "all natural" ingredients in those smoothies, the best judge of what's "really" going on is your own sense of what's interesting. I'd suggest reading the newsletter. It sort of filters through everything to let you know the closest thing to "reality" in terms of Psyhigh. At least, until they change the time stream and retcon everything again.