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Pracer has a minion!

Fleecy the Louse

Pracer
Legacy Name: Pracer

The

Common Experiment #84
Owner: thoughtful

Age: 19 years, 6 months, 1 week

Born: September 9th, 2006

Adopted: 19 years, 6 months, 1 week ago (Legacy)

Adopted: September 9th, 2006 (Legacy)

Pet Spotlight Winner
September 26th, 2010

Statistics

Level: 6
Strength: 11
Defense: 13
Speed: 12
Health: 10
HP: 10/10
Intelligence: 0
Books Read: 0
Food Eaten: 0
Job: Unemployed

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There are these holes, strange holes, where I've lost
pieces of myself.
The walls, such they be, are crawling with geometric...
hallucinations.

Very brightly colored, very iridescent.
Deep sheens and very highly reflective surfaces;
everything is machine-like
and polished
and throbbing with energy
but that is not what immediately arrests my attention;

what arrests my attention is the fact that
this space is
inhabited.

There is a very tiny animal, a strange and fleecy sort, darting in and out and peering at me with somniferous almond eyes (don't even know what that means, must remember to write it down). I should ask him, if I could communicate, converse with him, where these pieces of myself have gone.

Not fallen away, but lost, lost somewhere I can't remember. Can't remember much anymore. Tried to save myself, but my self keeps slipping away.

Overthinking, overanalyzing separates the body from the mind.

Who are we but the sum of our own memories, the only record we have of the experiences that have shaped our lives?

Who am I?