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. And hopefully the last week with the placeholder image. New cool art commissioned. Exciting stuff!
Episode 5 – February 2016
This week marked a change in my relationship with Steve. A little at least. It all started when we were out picking up more project materials and I had a bit of a meltdown or rather I screamed at him to leave me alone. I felt exasperated with everything. When I had calmed down sufficiently, I told him I was scared and confused and felt that nobody trusted me, and that I wanted to leave, so he… sat me down, bought me coffee and listened. It was almost like he knew me personally and cared about how I felt. We spoke for some three hours straight, and I wrote down some of the things he told me.
“I am here to keep you safe and make sure you can function. Finding you unconscious proved that you are not ready for all this. We need you to recover fully”
“Of course you don’t trust us. It’s sensible not to trust people you don’t know and you don’t know anyone. Not everyone in the world is there to help you, nor intends to help you. Most people are decent enough, but every once in awhile you get a rotten egg. Whether they were cracked from the start, or dropped and broken along the way, doesn’t matter, it only takes one egg to foul life’s cake.”
“Everyone has to do things they don’t like, all the time. Life really is about doing the bad things so the good things can come into the light. Complaining about it doesn’t help. Just crack on and be done with it, so you don’t have to repeat it later.”
I’m not entirely sure about the cake bit and what cracking on means, but I think I got the gist of it. And then we went to church to seek ‘higher counsel’, as he put it. Which was code for speaking with the vicar and ingesting an obscene amount of pastry and coffee. More damn coffee. I read somewhere that this is tea country, that they broke and warred with half the known world for the damn stuff for hundreds of years, and they keep giving me coffee?! Must make them a sort of heathens. Anyway, he was nice and all, but the whole conversation boiled down to:
“The people here care about you and want the best for you. Steve is one of our most devout patrons. Donates to church and helps us. Trust in God and Steve, to help and guide you on your journey.”
I’m a little bit at odds with Steve’s pragmatism. We went home (or whatever you call it) and it’s been better between us. Not really friends, more of an acceptable companion, like a friendly colleague or a talking dog. (I watched UP this morning.)
The only other thing on note this week, which I didn’t share with Steve, is the contents of the memory stick. Went to Willy and asked to if I could borrow his computer, but he doesn’t have one, so we went to the library. At night, since Steve would have followed me during the day. He told me most libraries have computers for public use, which they charge a symbolic fee for, but I could use one for free. So I plugged in the little thing on some boxy thing with a CRT monitor attached, and got prompted with a password window. No amount of guessing worked. And quite disconcertingly so, the computer did a hard shut down after the tenth attempt, resulting in a bit of black smoke smelling of burnt plastic. What kind of security is this? This is spy movie weird. Like something a Bourne or Bond would be playing with. Willy wasn’t too happy, but there was nothing we could do about it. So we’re going to see the new moon tonight with his wife instead. And I will have to find some other way of accessing this thing.
At least things are better. Going to order a laptop tomorrow. See if I can teach myself to hack this thing. Carefully.
Bit more OK now. Suspicious, but OK.
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