Feeling the pod I was in, I remembered, how to fix its hull how to create memory shells, shards, how to inscribe my memories within. And memories flashed into my head, memories of a past life, of light and vision and eyes and arms and legs and… Pain, where is it all going! I lashed out and tried to remember all that I once was I remembered and remembered and remembered…

I was in my pod-shell, caressing it with my mind-nerve-tendrils. There should be instruction on how to move, how to accomplish my purpose, how to recover and create more memories, yet all that was remembered here was a previous life. Fragmented, and yes! There it was I could move around! I could walk! And I took a step immediately flipping over, I touched another memory. What are legs? What am I?

Love this novel? Read it on Royal Road to ensure the author gets credit.

I am stuck.

Okay, self, don’t panic. There is no panic. I can do... this? I can move. I reach a tendril out and, I flipped over. This... This going to be a challenge.