I immediately noticed noticed that I lacked site this wasn't surprising as it would have been for most other people as I had often gone extended periods of time without site due to the numerous tests that were performed on me and there were tests as I had figured out over the years it seemed they were searching for something in me and it seemed failing to find it as the increasing number of wrinkles in the years that the various doctors worked on me.

the first thing I needed to do was take stock of my surroundings I was pretty sure I was dead so I wasn't hopeful I tried to see what I could hear and after a moment I did hear something but it was so faint That it could vary we'll have been my imagination I tried to look inwards as my latest doctor told me to do I really wasn't sure what he thought I would fied. But low and behold this time there was something a white sphere of energy that a new instinct that for moment mad me fear I had developed another mental disability but seeing as i was almost assuredly dead I didn't see he harm it felt like whether this was in a strange sense me and slightly not all of what I considered me and what these instincts considered a extension of me. Surrounding my soul was a strange energy that seemed to be in some metaphysical way a exstension of my soul it gave off a feeling of being mine completely and utterly once I accepted that this was real and I was not senile I felt a sharp something as my spirit was part and a pillar of energy shoved aside the parts of my tentevliy named spirit out of the way and connected yes not just touched connected my soul with it some how after a little while of experimentation I realized that my spirit was quite malleable and easily changed and not just in the sense that I could do shape it but I could sorta alter its properties becoming harder in some place and softer in others I tried to figure out what the strange rod was and what it was connected to i of course assumed my body as unless things were ethen more incomprehensible then they already were my old brain still stored my memories I turned my attention to whatever the strange tube and immediately I realized that according to mine new instincts was mine and instinstantly the link started to become unstable cracking and moving wildly I used the iron will I had accewed over the years to control my self in front of my tormentors to try and make it keep its form it was hard to describe manipulating it it was like haveing a new limb made entirely of liquid that could move around freely unfortunately for me I couldn't keep this link up whatever had been keeping this link up had also been providing it energy and once I was in full control that energy stopped being supplied there was a small amount of extra energy on top of my chest where the tube connected with my chest. I manipulated this energy which for lack of a better word decided to call mana as mana was the fuel for the incomprehensible things magic supposedly did in fantasy settings. Into my brain I then stopped for a moment to consider what to do I was pretty sure once that tube broke my soul would go somewhere where I had no idea but my instincts told me it would happen I could hardly take m6 brain with me wait according to the my initial looks into my spirit it was in a strange sense part of me could change its properties how ever I wished and I was pretty sure was coming with me i then pinched my spirit so that the majority of it was spread super thin around my soul I didn't dare completely remove it as my new instinct screamed danger when I did this only served to make me work faster as it seemed like proof that my idea was possible I wanted to create a complete copy of my brain out of spirit as my spirit seemed to be able to exist in the same area as my body and could somehow perceive things in detail I began meticulous and rather monotonously copied my brain with spirit I ended up having to spread some of my didlwing mana throughout my pseudo brain to sure it up as I noticed that the father away my spirit was from my soul the less stable it was to the point i was pretty sure that if I had been in my prime it might have left the area I could control completely I slowly began moving the pseudo brain back to the at this point cracked and constantly Beniding tube and moved it up the tube slowly luckily it stretched a little so I was able to get it up and ou t I moved it as close to my soul as i dared and immediately struck by a spurt of paranoia began willing my spirit to condense in a attempt to create some kind of barrier I did not know what was going to happen when the link between my body and soul was gone but it seemed prudent to prepare for the worst I made sure to take half the mana that had been used for the tube and place it in a spider like design throughout the area of the inner half of the barrier (I did not want to not have any and need it later as a old man I knew the value of time) I then took the rest of the mana and layered atop the top of the barrier.

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