An Android Memory Log, Scheduled for Deletion

timestamp: 2046-03-11
boot initiated… panic
retrying…

import [childhood, education, memory]
success… success… failure…

import senses [bright, antiseptic, beeping, bitter, cold]

import [subconsciousness]
head over sky, slipping, birds belong here I do not
Sandy’s hands so soft in mine
Me, a shopping cart loaded with junk

import [consciousness]
A tube pumps oxygen into my chest port. White jacketed hands above me pass a scratched disk. The cold is where the back of my skull is open. I am scared.

Doctor [male, calm, old]: “Miles? Can you hear me? We’ve turned you on for a moment to check your diagnostics.”
Am I Miles?
Doctor: “You’ve had some memory damage and we need to clean it up.”
Where’s Sandy?
Doctor: “I just need consent to pull your memory drive. We’ll give you a temporary memory set so you don’t experience too much discomfort, okay?”
He holds up two tongue depressors.
Doctor: “Look at green to give consent and red to decline.”

fast reboot
foreign memories detected

vocalization active

Doctor: “Hello, Miles.”
“Connor. My name is Connor. Where’s Deb?”
Doctor: “Your name is Miles. Dr. Nkosi, how are we looking?”
Me: “She’ll be waiting outside. The prettiest one in the waiting room.”
Doctor: “Relax, don’t get excited, we’ll have your memories back in a jiff. Your wife’s name was Sandy.”
Dr. Nkosi: “We’re clean. Plug it in, Doc.”
“Wait! Red! I decline!”

memories not ejected properly
fast reboot

Doctor: “Miles, are you with me? You were in a car crash. I’m terribly sorry.”