Disoriented Feelings (Part 24)

I have been working at the current workplace long enough to know their names, their habits, and the things they do at work that they wouldn’t want others to know, especially the boss.

I wasn’t expecting something unpredictable to happen when I asked Itsuki and Saeko to help clear the things in my late cousin’s bedroom I’m currently staying at when i started to work: not only did those two remote the unwanted stuff quickly, they even designed the entire house (except the rooms Nanami and my great-grandmother sleep in) to look as though a professional interior designer had done it. Also, Nanami and Saeko told me individually that they had met each other when my cousin came home early when the cleaning up was going no. Saeko admitted that she was the upperclassman at the computer club room as the club’s president when Nanami went there to meet up with a club member, who is in the same year as Saeko, last year. Nanami saw through her change of uniform and hairstyle, adding to the fact that she had also saw Itsuki almost every Saturday. Nanami knew that there was something awfully familiar when they met each other at her family’s funeral.

Sigh… Since Nanami is my cousin, and the other two are my boyfriends, I guess I would have to explain about those two. It’s complicated and a long story to explain, but let’s just say that Saeko is a female clone of Itsuki, of whom is my boyfriend. The problem is that my boyfriend’s soul is stuck in the female clone’s body, and the current Itsuki is someone else. I love the former, but she’s now the same gender as me and have to in out with the latter if I were to tell people that I’m in a relationship with someone and, if i want to, to have our offspring to replace us when we die. The same as to what me and my siblings are to my parents. It’s a sad fact of life. They would have to come out of me like how i came out of my mother.

I seriously don’t know why I’m attracted to my boyfriend. He didn’t do anything special to stand out from all the other guys. He didn’t do well in school. He’s not rich. He didn’t even care about who i was until i crashed into him by mistake. But why do i like him to the point i made the first move? Seriously, what am i doing? Why can’t i live without them? I thought there was something wrong with me, but my uncle (Kenjiro) told me some time ago that it’s normal to have that for girls. You mean it’s normal for me to be emotional and crazy when someone i love is gone? I don’t like the sound of that. Then again, I’m too intelligent that i don’t even know what my own body wants anymore. It’s like the difficulty of communicating with children, even though i was a child myself.

On my 22nd birthday, Itsuki proposed to me and get married, which i wasn’t expecting. We have already known each other for 7 years, and we are closer to each other than our parents. My siblings? I only see them as the other children my parents gave birth to as a result of my uncle’s experiments. Well, that’s what I heard, and nobody specific was mentioned. Speaking of my uncle’s experiments, he has started it not long before i was born. He would pick volunteers or people he thought shouldn’t be in prison as tests subjects. Since all experiments are top secret, the only experiments I knew of were the ones i was involved in and the de-classified ones, including a device Itsuki was working on in may 2005. Nobody was killed or injured so far though, but enough for the rest of their lives to change significantly. Saeko was an odd case: she was a “let anyone who uses the machine” as a permenent test subject and “have them as a subject to further tests without they themselves knowing until it has happened”. Wait, that largely explains the constant horrors she went through. She’s scared because she doesn’t know what and when it would happen and it would usually be against her will. She does receive a large sum of money for being the (unwilling) test subject on top of being an employee of the company that did all that to her. Saeko herself knows that she is now owned by the institute and that people are watching her thoughts all the time. I am somewhat guilty on that part for inventing it, but i didn’t know my boyfriend’s soul is in the clone instead of the original back then. I wonder what the current Itsuki did to her when i’m not around.

Saeko is taking care of the expenses from the house to how grand the wedding ceremony is. If you ask me, I don’t mind a descreet simple wedding. I could sense the sadness behind Saeko’s happy face: she’s supposed to be 22, the same age as me, but her age is stuck at 16. It wasn’t easy to find a place to call our new home with Itsuki, me, Saeko (out of my request), and my future children. Sure using Saeko’s wealth to pay for our house means that i could pick a large house in an expensive residential area, but i want my future kids to be happy, interact with others, and not be spoilt.

We’ve finally found the place: it’s a western-styled house (one i grew up in is traditional) that’s quiet and peaceful. The train station and the shopping district is not too far away. The bus frequencies in the area are quite good too. To tell you the truth, I’ve never been here prior to viewing the house.

On the weeks prior to my wedding with Itsuki, i decided to have a rendervous with Saeko without letting Itsuki know. As long he’s not looking at the machine i sent years ago, he won’t know what happened between us.

Before I could say anything, Saeko dropped into tears.

Saeko: “Remember the time we first met in 2004?”

Me: “Yes, I went for you instead of the guys who were crazy over me. I knew i saw something about you, but look at yourself: why did you become a girl and made a clone of yourself on top of that? Well, i knew it was accidental, but my heart refuses to take that as a reason. In fact, I can’t see a pretty girl like you to be my boyfriend even though I knew who you were.”

Saeko: “I am sad myself too. I was the target of several fatal attacks and I was forced to put on this irremovable competition swimsuit that somehow makes me immortal. I didn’t ask for that, but I really want to marry you! I don’t like whoever is occupying my former body, because he treats me badly. He even made me do things I didn’t want to do with a look on my face that says that I enjoyed it even though I’m not! I don’t know what to do with my life now! I should have died ages ago when those thugs strike a knife deep into me, but i mysteriously survived it without a scratch even though i thought i saw blood and felt pain when they stabbed me. What am i now? A test subject that can’t die but can’t do what it wants unless it’s allowed or if there’s nothing specified? I really wanted to be with you, but not like this… Uwaaa…..”

Saeko has went through horrors far worse than what i had went through. There are so many things she can’t do even if she wanted to. To tell you the truth, i don’t know what to do to help her. I wanted to say that it’s all her fault that all of this happened that caused the nightmare i went through, with me almost blinded and killed, but from what others and Saeko herself said, it was a work-related experiment that went wrong along with the cruelty of others.

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Alternate Dimension (Part 39)

At the end of the day though, I seemed to be one of the first few to leave as no matter how late it ended. The club president and my seniors who are in the same year as him, seem to have some kind of meeting right after I left. I tried to listen what they were discussing about, but they would somehow know that I’m trying to listen in no matter how discreet and well hidden I am that they would refuse to start unless I am very far away from them. They even know my various means to try to watch their meeting. Their excuse while chasing me away? “Hisakawa-san has fans that follows her around. Those people following her intrude on the club’s peace and privacy if she were to be around!” I don’t mind them going away, but why me instead? Either way, my seniors seem to have a liking of me and made me the “guaranteed” club president from my second year onwards. What was their criteria for picking me over everyone else? This however, was only known among my seniors and me until the time I would take over the current. Since then, they would quietly add senpai after saying my name. Did they find out that I’m actually a year older than them (instead of two years younger), or are they praising me?

Back to present, I’m still in contact with my parents, but when it comes to Itsuki… Well, I don’t know what to say to him on the phone: my parents had quietly gave the phone to him without warning.

Itsuki: “So… um… hi?”

I hate to hear my former voice as though it’s someone else’s, but I would have to live with it for a long time.

Me: “Have you heard anything new from Kotomi?”

Itsuki: “Oh, her first college semester has just started. You know, that Stand**** University in California. The campus is so huge that she has trouble getting around without looking at the map or asking someone for directions. She added that she has gotten along with her friends well too.”

There was an abrupt silence. I’m supposed to say something to fill it in, but instead, I sobbed: I could have entered university for about half a year by now, but nooo! They made me repeat high school for the rest of my life regardless of how well I did. This is just because of that teleporting machine at Mihara Academy in the summer of 2005 that went wrong and the later
events resulting of it.

Itsuki: “Um, she did say that she still likes me the most among the people she has met and would be in 2010, about 3 years from now. Saeko?”

Me: “Why don’t you care about what I feel? Every time you show up in my car right in front of my friends, you…”

I deliberately hung up the phone at that point. I hate you. I don’t want to see or speak to you either.

*****

I was having a peaceful sleep when I noticed that I was being poked all over. It felt real, and it didn’t match the dream I had at all. What made me wake up was that I was mysteriously forced to blush very excessively to the point of being unbearable.

When I opened my eyes, I saw the words of my previous thoughts staring right in front of me as was leaning forwards against something. Even though I could still move, I can’t get away from that spot or even lean back. I feared the worse: being on the machine that allows someone else to modify my memories or even how I behave. What’s even worse is that I can’t get away from it once I’m plugged in. How did I get on it anyway? Surely I can’t have sleepwalked to here. Oh? There’s someone else in here!

???: “Ah, I see that you are awake now. I was wondering what happened to you when you called yesterday.”

That voice from behind sounds familiar. Where have I…it’s Itsuki! What is he doing here? How did he get in? Wasn’t I the only one who could enter here? Wait! He can see what I am thinking right now!

Itsuki: “If you recall, you were a part of me and the only differences between us is our DNA strand that says what gender we are. I could get in here easily as the thumbprint and eye scanner thinks that I am you. As to what I’m doing here, I’m here just to collect infomation that
you have gathered for the past few years and doing other adjustments. You have been rebelling against me and the identical memories we share in common that are in you seem to be the root cause of it. Those angry notes you wrote to me the other day makes me want to do it more.”

Like a pervert, he moved closer towards me with that creepy looking eyes. W-wait! What do you want from me? Aren’t we like twins? Why would you want to attack your other half?

Me: “Information that I have gathered? Hold on! What are you… Gyaa!!!”

Itsuki: “I’m going to make you do what I want with no resistence. Ha ha ha!”

I’m afraid that this means I won’t be myself: he might replace my current memories and put a fake one in it’s place and not know that. Why on the morning of my birthday of all days?

*****

The morning sun entered my eyes as I woke up from bed. Odd, I still know what Itsuki did to me a few hours ago, and I can still control myself. I thought he had tempered my memories to the point that I don’t even know that it even happened. The machine I was on is missing now, which probably means he has taken it away.

(Author’s note: Unknown to Itsuki, modification to Saeko’s will is not allowed. Instead, it only modifies what she would behave and do in certain situations. On the outside, it would seem that she has been brainwashed, but if you were to read her mind, it would say the torture of doing what her body is forced to do, and might even be cursing the person who did it.)

Anyway, today is Saturday, September 29. Our 18th birthday. The birth certificate the director gave to me (for legal reasons) back in April, however, says that I was born on on the day I was cloned, with the year being 1992 instead of 1989 (original birth year) or 2005 (year cloned), making me 16. I was puzzled as to why people treated me like a VIP on that day.

After school, I stood against the school fence outside, as though waiting for someone. Why am I standing here? I can’t get myself to continue walking. I saw Itsuki standing at a corner. What is he doing here?

Me: “Onii—chan!”

What am I doing?!! I feel like an idiot saying that, but those words automatically came out of my mouth as soon as I saw him. I ran towards him, jumped as I get closer, and grabbed a hold of him around the shoulder with my legs around his hips, all that while smiling happily. I would like him to get away from me as people are watching, but it’s my body that’s pressing against him and holding him tightly. Argh!!! This is mental torture! It’s even worse than not being able to express my anger. Itskuki, why do you make me do this with a forced happy expression and voice? Is it for your own pleasure, seeing a part of you in a cute girl’s body being happy towards you no matter what? Answer me!!!

Itsuki: “Saeko-chan! There you are! Umph!”

It seems that he did not notice my mind crying for help, or maybe he’s pretending.

Itsuki: “Hey, you’re no longer a kid and you have grown so big.”

I know that! You don’t need to tell me this!

Me: “I don’t care big I have grown. I just want to hug my cool
onii-chan as much as I want.”

No I don’t, and I wasn’t that cool-looking.

Itsuki: “Well, as long as you are happy, I don’t mind. Let’s take the train to downtown. It’s my birthday today. Would you like to come along?”

I don’t want to go with you. I just want to get as far away from you.

Me: “Your birthday? Sure, sure, I’ll come with you.”

Can’t believe that I said that instead…

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Alternate Dimension (Part 38)

Person A: “We have only heard of your name as our founder and that you are at the Hatsuya Institute most of the time. That's all we know of you. No one here, including our employer and direct superiors, has seen you before. That particular design of your pass is only carried by important people in the company.”

Is he serious?

Me: “How do you even know if I am the person you think I am? There aren’t any photos of me in your company history, and you guys have never seen me before.”

Person A: “Around the first time I saw you coming here, I saw lights and a silhouette of you against the window of the landlord’s office facing the outside. That room is usually dark, and access to that room is only allowed with a thumbprint that nobody here has. On top of that, the pass is impossible to counterfeit despite how simple the pass looks. Yours is the real deal with a picture of you in it.”

I should have turned off the lights. Then again, I don’t know who walks past the outside or if there were attempts to enter my room.

Person A: “Excuse me, I have to go now.”

Me: “Sure. If someone asks who I am and what I’m doing here, just say that I’m just a student of a nearby school visiting her divorced father who works here…”

This is obviously a lie.

Me: “… instead of what you found out who I am. If they said something about stopping me from coming again, show them this note from me as the founder. Don’t say that the so-called schoolgirl visiting the father and the founder of the company are the same person, at least, not until I reveal it myself. I want to remain low-profile here. You can go now.”

Person A: “Thank you Ms. Hisakawa. Please excuse me.”

I took a closer look at my pass: I knew there was something different about my work pass, but me? Founded this company? I kind of know why I didn't show my face: my appearance, school and work. Nobody mentioned about it to me before as they don't know about it. The company seem to be able to run by itself without me, but since (they said that) I am the founder, I receive a large share of the money they make. I did not ask for it… Must be related to something i had been wishing for, but not really hope it would happen.

I should keep wearing that coat to prevent something like that from happening again. Just in case.

*****

Here's what a typical day in the club is like before I would become the club president:

I am very prone to be asked by someone at anytime. Be it about helping their homework or something, meeting the teacher in the staff room, guys asking me out, and so on. Basically, the only time in school where I could hide without people calling me for something is at secluded areas or places where guys aren't allowed in. That reminds me: unlike my school in 2004, the rooftop is relatively easy to get to, so it's normal for the place to be crowded during lunch. There's a garden there too.

The clubroom is in a seperate building linked only by a covered bridge on the second floor and doors on the level directly below the bridge. I usually avoid going by the ground floor as it's sheltered only by the bridge.

Right next to the computer clubroom is the art club. From what I can see, they had done a lot of beautiful paintings. Sadly, it doesn't seem that there are not enough younger members to make up for the third years who are leaving next year, that is, if they don’t recruit enough members within the first few weeks. The people standing outside my clubroom are my die-hard fans. Seriously, what's so great about me? You should have seen the crowd when I just joined: it was even crazier with the place looking as though a celebrity inside is having an autograph session.

Most of the time, there would be someone inside to greet me upon my arrival. Except for the folding tables and the long table at the front, all of the desks has a desktop computer on them. All of the computers have multiple operating systems installed. To encourage supporting various
platforms, the common OSes and programs are not of the default option. It wasn't my idea to implement this, but i would have done the same if I was in charge.

Of course, not everyday is about doing tasks. We do occasionally hang out together downtown and if they want to, conduct study groups. Since the latter is open to everyone, the place is mysteriously more crowded when I’m in it as compared to when I’m not (according to my club mates) or during the so-called “emergency members-only meeting”. Since I’m the smartest, they are the ones who ask me for help.

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453rd post: Things to do

Time seem to fly by rather quickly for me lately. 2006 seemed not too long ago, “Clannad: After” seemed recent, “K-On! ep1” seemed like yesterday. I still can recall what I did in primary school and what places looked like back then. I mean, looking back, time seem to pass by very quickly. I thought we are still in November 2008.

Well, the lack of significant events and doing things that pass time does make it seem fast. Last night, I had the intent to head to bed at 11pm, but did not actually do so until 3am, a full 4 hours later. I did take a nap of some hours earlier though.

I’m doing so many things, I’m loosing track of what I’m doing. I may revert back to the previous version for the anime watchlist (without episode titles) since finding the titles itself is time consuming. My room is noticeably messy, no appetite to eat…

Speaking of not doing much, I did do some vectoring, but they aren’t complete.

On the left (v0079) is something you might seen me put up before, but with more things added. The right (v0090) is something I’m in the middle of doing right now. In case you didn’t know, there are 443 images currently in the waiting list, not counting images that I had already removed. I just don’t feel like doing them, and switch my priority to writing my stories.

Speaking of stories, here’s an updated and slightly redone timeline of and earlier version post.

As the story progressed, I found it unnecessary to have a 3rd dimension that is similar to the 2nd dimension. I’m having trouble thinking of what to write for the 4th story, have already forgotten what happened in the 1st story. 2nd and 3rd story could still continue on easily since I already have planned events and both are closely linked to each other. You might have noticed a 3-year gap between the latest parts of those two.

Anyways, I would like to type more, but it’s now time for me to sleep. I don’t know why I need 9 hours of uninterupted sleep. Most people usually need only 6-7hours.

【歌詞】とある科学の超電磁砲 OP1・ED1

放て!心に刻んだ夢を 未来さえ置き去りにして 限界など知らない 意味無い! この能力(チカラ)が光散らす その先に遥かな想いを 歩いてきた この道を 振り返ることしか 出来ないから…今ここで全てを壊せる 暗闇に堕ちる街並み 人はどこまで立ち向かえるの? 加速するその痛みから 誰かをきっと守れるよ Looking! The blitz loop this planet to search way. Only my RAILGUN can shoot it.今すぐ 身体中を 光の速さで 駆け巡った 確かな予感 掴め!望むものなら残らず 輝ける自分らしさで 信じてるよ あの日の誓いを この瞳に光る涙 それさえも強さになるから 立ち止まると 少しだけ 感じる切なさに 戸惑う事 無いなんて嘘はつけないよ 宙(そら)に舞うコインが描く 放物線が決める運命 打ち出した答えが今日も 私の胸を駆け巡る Sparkling! The shiny lights awake true desire. Only my RAILGUN can shoot.必ず 貫いてく 途惑うことなく 傷ついても 走り続ける 狙え!凛と煌く視線は 狂い無く闇を切り裂く 迷いなんて 吹き飛ばせばいい この心が叫ぶ限り 誰ひとり邪魔などさせない 儚く舞う 無数の願いは この両手に 積もってゆく 切り裂く闇に 見えてくるのは 重く深く 切ない記憶 色褪せてく 現実に揺れる 絶望には 負けたくない 私が今 私であること 胸を張って 全て誇れる! Looking! The blitz loop this planet to search way. Only my RAILGUN can shoot it.今すぐ 身体中を 光の速さで 駆け巡った 確かな予感 放て!心に刻んだ夢を 未来さえ置き去りにして 限界など知らない 意味無い! この能力(チカラ)が光散らす その先に遥かな想いを	オープニングテーマ1 「only my railgun」
	作詞 八木沼悟志 yuki-ka
	作曲 八木沼悟志
	編曲 八木沼悟志
	歌 fripSide
	赤 ＴＶサイズ

Dear My Friend Every day ＆ night Always be with you Dear My Friend Every day ＆ night Always be with you 話しても まだまだ 足りないまま 夕焼けが 街を染めてゆく 思うように なかなか いかない…って 気づいたら 一緒に 泣いていた 恋も 夢も 花も 虹も 風も ぜんぶ掴もうよ ダイジョウブ! 元気出して 私がそばにいるから 今日のミス 悔やむより 今 乗り越えて ダイジョウブ! 迷わないで まだ見ぬ未来へと向かって ずっと 歩いてゆこう Dear My Friend Every day ＆ night Always be with you Dear My Friend Every day ＆ night Always be with you 私だって いろいろ 悩むけど 考えても 答えは出ないまま… 見上げれば きらきら 一番星 きれいだね ふと笑顔こぼれた 愛も 傷も 過去も 今も 明日も すべて受け止めよう ダイジョウブ! 勇気出すよ 私はひとりじゃないから 諦めず 躊躇わず 一歩 踏み出して ダイジョウブ! 焦らないで 願いを一つずつ叶えて きっと 幸せになろう 5年後 10年後は どうなってるかな…? 遠くに離れていても それぞれがHAPPYでありますように!! ダイジョウブ! 信じていて 未来は待ってるから 昨日より 少しだけ 今 輝くよ ダイジョウブ! 迷わないで まだ見ぬ未来へと向かって ずっと 歩いてゆこう Dear My Friend Every day ＆ night Always be with you Dear My Friend Every day ＆ night Always be with you	エンディングテーマ1 「Dear My Friend -まだ見ぬ未来へ-」
	作詞 春和文
	作曲 渡辺拓也
	編曲 ?
	歌 ELISA
	赤 ＴＶサイズ

Alternate Dimension (Part 37)

It wasn’t that far from the hospital to my former house by car. The house still remained at its run-down state. I never talked about my parents because they have been away for so long and regularly that I don’t really know them other than me looking like the both of them.

Itsuki: “Mom? Dad? I’ve brought someone with me.”

A couple whose faces resembles some of me appeared. Yes, they are my parents, but, strangely, I still don’t know their names after all these years since I only called them mom or dad. Other people would call them Hisakawa’s wife/husband or just Hisakawa-san.

Mom: “Oh? A guest? Is she your girlfriend? I thought you already have another of the same age.”

She was talking about Kotomi. It seems that Itsuki has brought her here with my parents around before. As for dad, he looked as though there’s something about me.

Dad: “But she does look a lot like you…”

Itsuki: “You see, this girl was me right until the may of two years ago, according to the higher-ups at work.”

Me: “I was working on something when something happened and i was transferred to an another world. A lot of things happened there, but when I tried to return back here recently, a problem happened that caused me to remain what i was back there as a new person.”

On top of that, I also told them about the times we had when I was younger.

Disoriented Feelings (Part 23)

Now that I’m back from my university graduation trip, I have called Itsuki over to pick me up in that large car the last he picked me up. This time, I have carried all my stuff from the dormitory, the things I had bought and received since my first year there, and some souvenir for my friends and family in several luggage. It was a struggle just bringing it to the check-in counter from my friend’s car back in California, and again from the luggage collection point here. So, taking the long train ride with all of these by myself is out of the question, and my family does not have a car. My uncle is obviously too busy with his work.

When I called him to pick me up before I boarded my plane, Itsuki sounded rather reluctant to do it. He did, however, tell me to wait at the back end (following the flow of traffic there) of the airport’s pick-up point. His car should already be there, or less than an hour, after my plane landed.

I headed to the specified pick-up point. I do see that car, but not my boyfriend. Instead, it’s that so-called sister of his, Mamiko, again. Of all people, why is this (near-)perfect girl here in his place? It’s a long story, but she makes me depressed everytime I look at her. And what is that she’s wearing now? It not casual clothing for sure, but except for the colours it looks quite close to a business attire.

Me: “Now Mamiko, where is he hiding this time?”

Saeko: “Erm, call me Saeko instead, his younger sister. That’s what I’m known as here. Anyway, he’s busy at work and couldn’t come here. Since my school has ended for the day. He told me that you needed help to carry your luggage, so I brought my car along.”

So that makes what you are wearing a school uniform. Wait, you’re still in high school? I thought we were in the same year 4-6 years ago. You mean you are in the high school first year for the third time?! What were you thinking??? Then again, she looks exactly the same as though she never aged, except for that hairstyle. It’s hard to tell if she doesn’t ages until I get a lot older since the current gap is still too small to notice. But what about that car?

Me: “Your car? Do you even have a driving license?”

452nd post: Replybots…

Barely an hour ago, I replied to someone about Win7 RC being still usable until mid-2010 who commented on a screenshot I put up earlier when not too long later, there are some odd replies highlighted in red. Spambots obviously, they’re worse than followbots.

(I know TwitterFox is now called echofon, but that screenshot was taken in Firefox 3.0.15 for Ubuntu 9.04. I hardly use it (or Win7 RC) lately. I sometimes log into Ubuntu to do my vectors as it detects the scroll feature at the side of the trackpad that mysteriously stopped working when I applied SP1 on the primary OS (Vista).)

Alternate Dimension (Part 36)

We arrived at Hatsuya General Hospital (筏谷総合病院), where Kotomi was working at and headed to the director’s office. It was easier to get to from the basement parking lot than to the main entrance. I have been here before: I was brought here after the hit-and-run incident, and one of my classmates at the Miharu Academy was hospitalized here between February and May 2005 in the other dimension due to a coma. I don’t know what she was like before she was hospitalized, but I was told that she is my childhood friend and between the time she was discharged and shortly before the summer holidays began, her behavior has been odd as she doesn’t seem to know who she is, let alone know other people. She still knows all the subjects that were being taught, except National History.

Before I knocked on the door, I heard the director’s voice from inside indicating us to enter. How did he know that I’m right outside?

Director: “Those guys at the Gunma branch told me all about you: you were the Itsuki behind you right until almost exactly 2 years ago. Is that correct?”

Me: “Yes. That’s…”

Director: “Well, they downloaded your memories and your bio right until your arrival here tells me that you have had a lot of things happening during those two years, including my niece’s death that didn’t happen here. What I’m more shocked about it is that, except for the lack of the Y-chromosome, your DNA with the Itsuki behind you are exactly the same.”

It seems that there is more about me that he didn’t say, though he did show my bio on the screen as he talked. Wait, did he indirectly said that Kotomi is still alive? Where is she?

451st post: Oddly Tired

I don’t know what have I been doing lately that is making me sleepy and tired. I haven’t been doing anything mentally or physically stressful to the point that I can’t really think. Even if I could, I would be too sleepy by then and forgotten all about it by the time I woke up.

Haven’t been posting much lately too. For the anime reviews, Railgun 6 is posted right after Railgun 5. As at the time of typing, Railgun 8 should be airing in a few hours, but I haven’t even started Railgun 7.

I’ve lost track of what anime episode I had watched that I don’t know how far behind it is, on top of anime like Kobato having some long break between episode 4 & 5. (Above image is from Sasamaki Koto ep7) I know IE9 is being officially planned, Google releasing some official info about the Chrome OS, Microsoft bans hundreds of thousands of modded Xbox 360s, Danny Choo now up to something, YouTube planning to release 1080p videos, and it’s just too many things to keep up, but I didn’t mention anything about it in the technology blog.

You may be wondering why is this post numbered 451 instead of 448 since, if you counted, the last numbered post is 444. No, I didn’t skip numbers. The right screenshot is what I’m seeing now: I have unpublished stories that are not yet completed. It in fact follows the number you see at the top right (+1 when creating a new post). Come to think of it, I hardly post any non-story posts lately, partly because I tweet more frequently. You might also have notices S3P23 and S2P37 on 17 November, which are partially done as they are done from my phone, but with no references to earlier parts accessible at that time.

Speaking of accessibility, the current theme at my WordPress blog seems to have a mobile phone version, which is kind of useful. Main reason why I’m not moving there is that it doesn’t allow me to insert any code I want without it being stripped down to the point that it’s broken, edit the CSS of the theme without paying, confusing interface, and so on. I do sometimes use it to archive the stuff here and upload vector PDF version (instead of the PNG raster) of my traces.

I’m just tired and sleepy and haven’t had enough (comfortable & uninterrupted) rest.