Ahem… I know I wrote my previous entry not too long ago, but I’ve been learning a whole lot of things since I started.
For example, my big sister, Duanmu Bitong, really likes the dress I have on. But if I’m supposed to have worn this in the past, why does the breezy feeling between my legs feel so weird?
Anyway, I had my electronic implant imprinted into my skin today. Apparently, the shape and color can be altered, something which she told I should do later on.
For the time being, a problem seemed to have popped up. My personal data is gone. Rather, there is no record of me in the system. My big sister was really furious when she heard that.
I still remember her saying:
“What do you mean there’s no such person?! Ke has been living with me since he was born. From kindergarten to elementary school to middle school… how can he not exist?! It must those blasted Federation bigwigs who wiped out Ke’s personal data… blast! Don’t let me find you people… or else…”
She wasn’t very happy. That was why I had her teach me about the electronic implant to distract her. According to her, the shelf-life of this implant is over one thousand years and it recharges itself. Unfortunately, I can’t use it since my personal data is gone.
The act of operating the user interface for the electronic implant felt rather familiar. Stuff like closing the windows or pressing buttons felt natural to me. Seems like even memory loss can’t wipe some things. Even so, tapping on the air feels strangely new.
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