A new Life
-DNA detected
-Begin Consciousness transfer [Blue = yes / Red = No]
-User input = Yes
-Beginning genome sequencing
-error: unknown genome or highly damaged sequence
-Initiate repairs? [Blue = yes / Red = No]
-User input = Yes
// Warning, please note that repairing previously unknown genomes is against the law on Earth, Venus, and Europa. Simbrain will not be held responsible for damage caused or memories removed during consciousness transfer nor will it be held accountable for any unauthorised use on non-cloned subjects //
-Do you still wish to continue? [Blue = yes / Red = No]
-User input = Yes
-DNA repaired to standards defined in the sol human empire Act 24.6 Section 2c).
-Initiating Consciousness transfer and memory share
-Transfer Complete Bioelectric memory link active
-Loading Jason.exe
Intense pain gnawing against my senses, I open my eyes only to be left feeling blinded. What's happening!? Images of a Martian excavation site flash across my mind. That's right; I was just directing my team. Did something happen? Was there an explosion?
No, that can’t have been the case. I checked everything; We didn’t bring anything flammable with us. Not to mention there wasn’t even an atmosphere. Could it have been the Martian ruins we were excavating? I guess I could be having a seizure. No, Simbrain’s not displaying any warnings.
After several agonising moments, frantic voices in the background reach my ears. “adlkn lkafnla kasdnl” What? I thought there were only English speakers on Olympus.
- Language origin unknown, no similarities found.
- Language learning assist initiated.
Simbrain doesn’t even know the language!? Shit! What’s going on, this doesn’t make any sense. How can there even be a language in the twenty-third century that hasn’t been documented?
I open my eyes again to the blinding light. This time the brightness was bearable, but only because the light was being blocked by a giant face of an elderly man. The man’s blues eyes, white hair, and bearded face reminded me of Obi-wan before he died. The man gave me a gentle smile before I felt my entire body being lifted into the air. How is that even possible!? Is he an android?
Hearing sobbing in the background I try to turn my head, but my neck feels too heavy to move. Am I paralysed? No! I hope not; I hear it takes months for internal Nanobots to repair such delicate damage.
Several small red screens appear on the right-hand corner of my vision warning me of several abnormalities.
* ‘Incomplete nerve system.’
* ‘Several modifications required to fit body.'
* ‘Abnormal heart rate.'
Crap, I need to find out what’s going on but I can’t even seem to talk. Did my body die? That would explain why modifications were needed, But shouldn’t I have been reloaded into a fully functioning clone?
Moments later I feel myself being placed in someone else’s arms. Coming into view, I see the beautiful face of a blond-haired and blue-eyed woman.
“kfk gkt tkjej tjeook djfjdmd jfikfnf fffkdmld, fjfvdkdmf” sobs the woman while hugging my … body against her chest. I feel her shift my head giving me a full view of my body. Wait….. what? I’m a baby girl!? Why wasn’t I loaded onto a clone!? Well... at least that explains why I can’t move.
Still, what happened? It’s obvious my old body must have died. But why has my consciousness backup been uploaded to a baby... and a girl at that? Did something go wrong? Was there some kind of mix-up?
‘Simbrain, show activity log for the last 5 actions.’
* Video record 2/5/2245 @ 3:45 Mars metric standard time.
* Measure assist 2/5/2245 @ 3:49 Mars metric standard time.
* Emergency copy stored 2/5/2245 @ 4:02 Mars metric standard time.
* Emergency copy uploaded 17/4/2456 @ 1:00 Mars metric standard time.
* Show activity log 17/4/2456 @ 1:02 Mars metric standard time.
No, that can’t be right. how could It have been almost 211 earth years since I died? There’s just no way it would have taken that long for a rescue team to find me.
feeling myself being placed in another’s arms, I try to further analyse the world around me. But I just can’t make anything out past a few centimetres. A man probably in his late twenties or early thirties is now looking down at me with a relieved expression.
Like the woman before, the man has blue eyes but with red hair and a distinctly west European face. I can see a slight scar on the left side of his face. Strange, why didn’t his internal repair bots heal such simple tissue damage?
“tgd kfu djfhd dkfjkd” says the man now smiling at me. I’m going to guess that these people are my new ‘parents’ so to say. I can’t even imagine why a couple would choose to have a grown adult male’s mind uploaded to their baby daughter. Maybe it’s something completely normal in this century? It has been 200 years I guess. A way to reduce over population perhaps?
Well, I’m alive again, so I guess I shouldn’t complain too much. It’s almost like those reincarnation stories I used to read when I was a kid back in the twenty-first century. In fact, this could be exciting, I have to admit, I was getting rather bored of my life. Starting everything over not even as the same gender should make this even more exciting!
“rhfnh djfej dfkdl fkdfkdk Lucy” says the man I’m guessing to be my new father. A moment later I also hear my ‘mother’ speak.”tritjr tirj fdjl Lucy lfek” judging by the way they emphasised the word, I’m going to go out on a limb here and guess my new name is Lucy. Sounds nice.
I have no idea why all this is happening, but for now, I guess I’ll just wait until I’m able to ask someone. Hold on, my wife was in the ruins with me... A sickening feeling reaches my stomach. Did she die as well…?
I don’t remember what it was about, but I know we were arguing about something. I really hope she didn’t die not knowing how much I loved her. Thinking about the fact I was so excited I almost forgot my wife made me feel like crying. But in the end, I guess I really am a baby. I can’t even shed a single tear, just scream.
Did I really just forget about everyone from my old life? How many of my friends and family are still alive? It’s been 211 years so even with regenerative medicines some are likely to have died somehow. Is it wrong for me to play the part of a child with new parents while my old ones are still alive? I guess the only way I’ll answer any of this is when I find out what happened in the first place. I don’t even want to guess what happened in the last 211 years.
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Feeling myself moving, I notice that I’m back in my new mother’s arms. “jgj fjd dfjd” says my mother to someone outside of my vision. I guess for now I’ll just have to take this as it comes. Hopefully, it will be at least a little exciting.
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“Good morning Lucy!” says my mother as she picks me up first thing in the morning. “ghuy uou siuy” I reply cheerfully with my best attempt at using my vocal cords. Mum gives a smile before heading towards the kitchen where my father and older brother are already sitting.
My father is reading a newspaper while taking small sips of his early morning tea. At least I think it’s tea, it’s not like babies drink tea on a regular basis. My brother, on the other hand, is holding up a wooden sword almost twice his Hight. The wooden blade contrasted well with his blue eyes, but exactly matches the colour of his red hair.
After entering the room my mother places me on my royal throne, sometimes known as the solid food torture chamber of death; Also known as a baby chair.
It’s been almost seven months since I was revived into this body. I’ve made good progress with learning the language due to Simbrain’s help, particularly from the books mum reads me at night. But something’s completely off about this place. It looks like earth but…
There is no electricity, Absolutely none! The other day mum took me out of the house for the first time while doing the washing. What I never expected to see was her hand wringing the clothes. What is this, an Amish cult!?
As much as I tried to find an explanation for finding myself in an anti-technology society. I avidly avoided the possibility that perhaps the human empire had finally fallen and we were sent back to the dark ages.
Still, how could that really happen considering we had colonised every planet in the solar system? A pathogen of some sort? But, that should have been an easy fix in most places that had robotic immune systems. War?
Sigh. I wish I could just grow up and ask my parents.
“Mum, Can I please~ go outside today and practice with my sword. You promised I could when I turned seven.”
Mum looked at my father for a moment who gave a small nod in response before returning to his newspaper. “Fine, but wait until your fathers finished with work. He’ll teach you.” My dad looks momentarily surprised by this new responsibility but then just returns to his newspaper.
“but mumm~ why can’t I just practice now, It’s not even sharp!” I do have to agree with my brother on this one. “No buts! Finish your breakfast and get ready to come with me and Lucy to the village”
The village? I get to leave the house today? Yes! I’ve been waiting for this since the day I was… revived. Maybe I can finally figure out what’s going on.
My brother looks like he’s about to retort but eventually hangs his head in defeat. “Ugh, fine”
I watch as mum mashes up some random fruits into something that I can eat.
“Lucy, eat up!” says mum before shoving a spoon full of putridness into my mouth. Sigh. I’m supposed to be a 250-year-old man, eating whatever the new foods the colonies create. Now I’m stuck eating baby food. What would my wife think if she saw me like this? She would probably laugh….
“Good girl Lucy, you didn’t throw up today!” I still feel like it though. A moment later I hear a bang against the kitchen table. “Sweety you didn’t by any sjfnjfd skfns see the king’s kfndf yesterday would you?” I couldn’t tell if dad was upset or angry. Mum looked a little worried too. Hmm, I wonder what happened. But after that, I simply gave up on understanding the conversation. Stupid adults using big words…
To be honest, If I didn't have Simbrain constantly analysing the language I would have taken at least two years to get to where I am now. None the less, even with assistance learning a language from scratch is hard. The other day for instance, mum gave me some sort of teddy bear saying the word ‘ulner’ I obviously thought she meant teddy bear. But no, she meant ‘cuddly’… I think.
“Lucy, let’s go get you dressed.” Says mum, snapping me back into reality again. That brings me to the point I perhaps understand the least. Do my parent know that their daughter was originally someone else? The way they act just doesn’t seem to support either case.
I’ve noticed that sometimes they talk to me like I’m an adult, but then others times like a baby. I get the feeling they know exactly who I am, but just want to treat me as their daughter for their own sake. I will admit I really don’t mind playing the part, but…I just wish I knew the answer already.
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I’m currently strapped to my mother’s back while walking around the local village of Evendale with my brotherEvan. The village is quite small with just a one main street housing stores and other businesses. I can’t help but marvel at the astonishing stone work on almost every building we pass. If I had to name the architecture type, it would certainly be Victorian. The streets are filled with men and woman wearing clothes straight out of the late 1920’s.
“Mum, can we please~ buy some sweets from Mr Baggins?” pleads my brother as we walk by a small brick shop lined with sweets at the window. Mum looks at the shop for about a minute before finally agreeing. “Just don’t tell your father”
“I won’t. why does dad have to be a dentist? All my friends can buy sweets whenever they want!” I truly hope that this is an anti-technology cult, because if humanity is still worried about dentistry... I can’t even imagine what happened.
Still, if they are part of an anti-technology cult. Why did they seem happy to use my Simbrain on their daughter? things just don’t add up…
“Evan, I told you many times to be glad your father is a dentist. Otherwise you might end up like your friend, lareen, who needed three teeth pulled yesterday.”
The bell chimes as we entered the shop called ‘Mr Baggins sweety waggon’. I don’t know if that’s brilliant naming sense or terrible. “Good morning Ms Ellenvale, good to see you again you again young master Evan.” “Good morning Mr Baggins”. No, Mr Baggins is not a hobbit.
I can’t help but gasp in surprise at how taunting this shop is; sweets lines the shelves in every direction, ranging from chocolates to things I’ve never even heard of. I want to try them so much…. I hate being a baby. “Oh, and if it isn’t little Lucy. I bet you’ll be a chocolate lover when you grow up” Yes, yes I shall.
Wait… my taste buds aren’t the same anymore. well, I guess this will be an excellent experiment to determine how much one's perceived taste is in the mind. Well, if the baby food is anything to go by... maybe it plays quite the large one.
“Mum, can I have the caramel chocolate again?”
“No, that’s the worst one of the lot for your teeth.”
A few minutes pass when a horse and carriage stop outside the sweet shop. I can’t help but notice the horse has incredibly long pointy ears…. I thought they banned unnecessary genetic engineering on Earth to preserve its ecosystem.
Sigh. I’m almost beginning to believe that this is like one of those reincarnation stories.
A man dressed in a black waistcoat hoped down from beside the driver’s side and entered the sweet shop while workers exited the carriage carrying several crates.
The bell rings and a smile appears across Mr Baggins’s face. “Ah! Mr Meldine, just on time. I was just telling Lady Ellenvale here that we were almost out of sugar. Can you imagine that? A sweet shop with no sugar is simply a disaster!”
I saw a quick flash of annoyance fly across Mr Medline’s face but quickly hid it. “Sorry Baggins. We had a quick run in with a pack of kldajkhh on the way here. We’ve been late for every delivery since.”
Whatever kldajkhh was it piqued mum’s interest. “kldajkhh. I thought they left this area years ago” says mum as Evan continues to sort between chocolates.
“Yes, well that’s what I thought too. But, I can recognise a kldajkhh when I see one.” Replies Mr Meldine as one of his workers brings a crate of sugar though the door.
I guess a kldajkhh is some kind of wild animal. I’m honestly finding it harder and harder to assume I’m on Earth. Even if the entire sol government collapsed and I’m living in an anti-technology cult. How could society have fallen to the point it must worry about wild animals attacking transported goods?
“Mum, can we go now?” asked Evan seemingly bored of the conversation. “oh, sorry sweety. Did you choose what you wanted?”
Evan lifted a bag filled with chocolates, but I can tell he deliberately hid the label while mum was distracted. “yea, I’m actually kind of hungry now though”.
Mum quickly pays for the chocolate and leaves the store after another quick conversation with Mr Baggins.
“Hey mum, can I touch the ulnag” ask Evan as he approached the ‘ulnag’?
The sweet shop door behind us suddenly opens, revealing Mr Baggins holding a pack of chocolates. “Evan, you forgot your sweets” Evan quickly turns around but trips over the rough footpath landing at the ulnag’s feet. Mum quickly moved and grabbed Evan before the Ulnag might have done something.
Luckily the ulnag seemed unperturbed. Evan got up while holding his elbow with tears down his face. Mum looked over his elbow with an expression of relief. “Does it hurt anywhere else?” Evan shook his head.
Before I could even guess what she was doing mum began some kind of chant. “O uil please heal my friend for I djkffj dkdfj” the next moment Evan’s face contorted in pain while a white light emanated from mum’s hands. Once the light faded, Evan looked completely fine.
What did I…..Magic? Could It really be? Nanobots? But I… then…. why would she be worried about teeth earlier? No, Unless I am in the most elaborate prank show in history, that was a perfect example of fairy tale magic. Then… could it really be… This is an entirely different universe?
But, then how did my Simbrain end up here? Actually, I don’t care right now. This is the most exciting thing to ever happen to me! There is magic! I don’t care that I was revived a girl, I don’t care that this world is stuck in the late middle ages. No, nothing could compare with the chance to explore an entirely new set of physics that allowed magic.