it felt like nothing, but at the bare minimum it's been a couple centuries.
can't feel my limbs still. I wonder how long it will take. to think my cowardice
is forcing me to live who knows how many centuries more.
I don't like this feeling. it's like one of those dreams I used to have...
except she's no longer next to me to wake me up.
I hate this feeling... not so much that I don't feel my limbs... I hate not
feeling time. depending on how long I've been at the thawing process, my brain
could well be working at the pace of a snail. no way for me to tell; I have no
point of reference... I can't see anything moving, except my stupid memories.
I don't want to remember all the mistakes I made... I wish only to remember why
I am doing this. there most be a good reason. I hope there is.
this is taking longer than I expected... but then again, I don't know how long
it's taking.
what the fuck is going on? this is for sure not normal.
usually by now I should be able to move my fucking pinkies...
it can't be a system failure. sure, the software is old as hell, but that's the
point. it has been battle tested for centuries.
fuck. I hate darkness. how come my eyelids can't detect a single photon passing
by. at least I have some vivid memories.
those eyes. honey. the main reason I used to go to the dentist was to see those
honey eyes. she didn't need to speak for me to know she was from Iran. focus.