Welcome to the next episode of Archi’s Diary, a weekly entry in my favorite amnesiac’s journal as he tries to adjust to a world he doesn’t remember.
Episode 4 – February 2016
I am not OK. I’m back at the apartment and everything feels wrong. It’s been a week since my last entry, and I feel like I’ve lost my grip on everything. Over the weekend I was told that I “fell asleep” and woke up back at the institute three days later. Three days later. The last thing I remember is coming back from moon gazing with Willy Sunday night and then nothing. No horrible dreams of the void, no impression, nothing. Just blackness, and a bump on the back of my head. Did I hurt myself? Was I attacked? Steve claimed he found me on the floor and rushed me to the institute, but if he was really that concerned, he should have taken me to directly to a hospital, or a maybe vet’s office. Ok, fine. I suppose it worked out well but it’s worrisome.
At least Inger told me a story when I woke up, because that’s what it was, an absurd story, a fucking fairy tale! Supposedly, and I do mean supposedly, I woke up back in November at the institute after they had freed me from a block of ice. A block of ice… Ice? Seriously?! I was apparently part of an expedition in Greenland when a freak temperature change melted part of a glacier and washed me away. A local hunter found me frozen solid (I’m guessing she meant to say extreme hypothermia, but she said block-o-icicle) as the only survivor. They subsequently decided to transport me to the institute to get me out. Again, she said ice-o-blockified.
This is just what they told me. I have no recollection of any of it. Does this sound even remotely likely?! I’m not entirely sure, but can you freeze and thaw a human without injury? Memory loss is one thing, I researched the problems regarding cryogenics, seems applicable enough, and came to the conclusion that if I was frozen solid I should be mush by now. Water expands when crystallizing into ice, destroys the cellular wall, when defrosted I would slowly fall apart. Nobody can survive that, irrespective of what Disney thought. And if it supposedly is hypothermia + memory loss, then why the secrecy? I mean, an apartment in a small village with a chaperone and no attempt to rationalize my situation until weeks later. No, Koldberg is hiding something. Even the nurse is a bit flustered to see me lately.
Now, the Koldberg Institute itself is a bit of a mystery. According to their website it’s a ‘think tank that works with advanced applications of emerging technologies’, specifically related to superconductors and quantum computing. Which raises a somewhat pertinent question. Why does a think tank working on computing have a fully functional medical bay staffed with a nurse? Not a permanent purpose-built medical bay; but rather a room that looks like somebody commandeered the break room. It even had a fridge with magnets and a coffeemaker next to my bed. Coffee can solve a lot of problems (Willy’s claim, not mine) but head trauma is probably not one of them.
I don’t know what to do now. I still have the memory stick I found last week, it must be the key to solving something. First of all, where did it come from? Who even knows I’m here? I suppose everyone at the institute could have been briefed about it, meaning dozens of people would know the address. But why? I have so many questions but don’t know if anyone is telling me the truth. There is a truth out there… there has to be. It’s only a matter of finding it.
And again, this writing thing is not helping. How can I even write anything? Why do I have this skill if I can’t remember how I got it? Not even glimpses of crying at a school desk comes to mind. It’s all empty. But I can write. I feel scared.
I’m not OK.
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