The Flying Machine

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- 11/13/2015 4:13am

When I entered my room for the nth time, the recent one has been different. I was sitting on the bed while I was standing on the doorway. I was also reading a book my the window and working at the workstation, typing the song I was practicing at the potty. I heard a flush.

This is weird.

I closed my eyes. Breathe.

I was back at the present. I was on the doorway.

I'm typing this while looking at the doorway.

- 11/13/2015 4:20am

Whenever I'm faced with a tough reality, I would wish I had the power to bend it. Whenever I'm running late and heavy traffic awaits me, I would wish I had a hovercraft or something. I'm now studying to become a relevant engineer, I won't say what field.

My dream is to build a flying machine.

Whenever I go out on the streets, my mind would paste images of flying carriages travelling through the sky in lanes, while service vehicles roamed the once busy streets. The sky is filled with tiny, smaller crafts made by bio-engineered children. Then the images would dissipate.

When will I make the leap?

- 11/13/2015 4:26am

Last night, I had a dream. I was on an airship named the "Mezzaluna", named after the eponymous knife. It was cutting through the space. It was my home. And as with any other attachment to their homes, knowing that I would be divorced from it deeply troubled my heart.

When I woke up, I went back to bed and tried to conjure the image. I was crying, wanting to see the things I've seen. I want to go there. I want to be there. I want to stay there.

I woke up, washed my face, and carried on with my life.

I woke up. I was lying on the floor aboard my airship.

- 11/14/2015 7:45am

There was buzzing at first. My head hurts. It's as if I'm having a migraine. I know how it feels when you suddenly had a sharp pain behind your head that you wouldn't even think of opening up your eyes.

Then it came. Thick yellow lines bounded the limits of my line of sight. A small box with a flashing red dot in the middle appeared on the upper left corner. Crosshairs. Bars. Lines of binary below.

"Woah. Careful."

From the voice, I gather, a woman helped me get up. When I opened my eyes, I was in a polished woody room. The woman led me to a set of couches and gave me some iced tea.

"Does your implants feel funny again?"
"What implants? Where am I? Who are you?"
"Oh boy..."

A box popped up in my vision--‘do you want to read the manual', it says.

The woman held my face and looked at me in the eye. "You're going to be fine. You are now at your home above the clouds. Your name is Clarence O'Keefe, and I'm your cute little sister, Monica. We just went to see mother earlier this morning. When we came here to drop you off, you started complaining about headaches. Then you suddenly collapsed."

I've read stories like this in the past, where people get summoned into another world for many reasons, usually when they die. They get reborn, not skip ahead and possess another person's body. Also, it's fiction. It can't be true.

"Sorry. I really can't remember anything. It's like I'm seeing everything for the first time." Yeah, what's worse that facing a computer screen while the room's dark is having the screen implanted in your eyes. Ouch.

"Oh, don't worry. We all have those moments too. I remember having memory lapses when I was a kid. Mom tells me to leave a note on top of my desk and lock the door when my head starts hurting. I would find my note and my panic lessens. I'm sure your memories would come back soon."
"How long have we had these implants?"
"You get them when you're born. It's installed just after the mother gives birth. It's in the law. Parents must get their kids bio-engineered, allowing the kids to photosynthesize and to have augmented vision."


I do not know what happened to me, but I want to remove this implant. I still don't know why I came here but I know that if I wanted to survive, I must use everything I've got to stay awake.

"Jarvis, wake up. The teacher's looking."

I woke up with dried saliva on my chin. I was in the class. The teacher's really, really red like a tomato. He sent me out of the room.

- 11/15/2015 1:55am

Hi there.

Remember that teacher who had gone mad when I slept in her class? She gave the class a problem set due next week. It's eight pages, with three questions on each page guaranteed. It's about digital circuits, probability and statistics for engineers, and engineering economy. *sigh*

I got a bad case of cluster headache earlier. I woke up in the middle of the night and the back of my head starts to hurt whenever I stand up. I asked my mom for some paracetamol so it has subsided a bit...I think.

Right now, I'm taking a break from problem solving. When I'm not writing on this journal the Psychic High gave, I'm browsing through websites. I just hope that I don't get sidetracked.

Earlier this morning, I told my mom I wanted to run in the park at the Circle. But when I remember what happened last time, I decided against it. I still don't know what triggers the visions. If I were to go now, I might manifest in some strange place. I know I can't stay forever inside my room; I have to go out to go to school. I just have to stay inside as much as possible.

Apparently, I'll be out of town four days from now. Mom said my cousin's kid is having a birthday and we have to be there just because. I'm not really fond of appearance, much more now that I've got a fear of visions.

If only there's a way I don't need to go to school, if only I had a twin.

- 12/21/2015 3:40am

[to be continued on 'Janus']

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