In which our snek thinks things.
Noodle was not the smartest nor the most knowledgeable. Like his experiment brothers, he was chosen for being another brick in the wall, easily replaceable and expendable (if needed). However, years of working in the office taught him a valuable lesson: always cover your ass.
And that’s what he always tried to do, even if the odds were against him.
Tick tock Went the soundfont of an analogue ancient clock (A common trigger for autonomous sensory meridian response amongst introverts.), as he kept reading his personal tablet in their communal bedroom, a.k.a. The Potato Den.
They were not allowed access to the GalNet due to the controlled environment, so the tablet was a journal to record his thoughts and experiences for his own sanity (Feathers and Kibbles had their own too, but they rarely used them.), and right now, he needed a sanity check.
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“Hmm…” Frowned Noodle as he read past entries, noticing the decline in his records as time went by.
They used to be thorough the first few years. Then, only covered the essentials daily. Then, they focused on important situations and weekly summaries. Then, only important situations and a monthly conclusion. Then, just the important situations. Then, any mundane thing breaking the monotony of their daily schedule.
“Ah” Gasped Noodle, reaching a part where he wrote someone’s name…But, who’s?
Not good. Not good at all, he realized, continuing his reading.
How come they were all forgetting selective details about their identities at this point? Were they getting too complacent to the point of self negligence? Was it a consequence of their transplant? Or did the arrival of the xenos trigger something in their xeno bodies?
“Perhaps all of them?” Said a little voice in his head.
Noodle agreed.
He couldn’t remember everything he was told by the scientists, and the few remaining memories tried to escape his grasp nowadays. But, he was damn sure he wrote it all somewhere in his journal, so he decided to reread it until it was ingrained in his current body. He begun from the oldest entry yet again.