Lexi's Quest
While the voices seem to have reached a consensus to check out her memory, Lexi concedes that inspecting herself would be a good idea and wouldnt take very long at all. "I am unblemished." She says aloud, finally hearing her own voice. "There are no markings on my body, as if i was a blank slate." Inspecting herself, Lexi realises that she isn't unable to move, simply that she cannot leave and her perception of herself changes in this place.
"I am unable to Reboot. While i understand what you are implying, i do not see the relavence in this current situation." She says to one particular voice in her head. "My memory is not virtual, my memory is right here" She says, continuing and reaches out for the book, opening it. A golden light glows from inside the pages and Lexi looks on into it. "It is a lot bigger then it looks." She explains as she leafs through the pages. "Many of the pages explain simple concepts, which explains why i am able to recognise terms such as 'virtual', 'reboot' and 'Windows Vista' as well as other descriptive terms and the names and information about objects. But many of the pages in this book seem to be blank. More disturbing still, some of the pages are covered in a thick black sludge which makes reading them impossible. I feel nauseous simply looking at them." Lexi closes the book and gives herself a few moments to compose herself after feeling unwell.
"I have a strange feeling that if i was to make this book larger, i would be able to find much more indepth information about my memory, as it is currently difficult to read." Thinking about this, Lexi noticed the book too was growing, almost in responce to her subconsious wish to be able to read the book easier. Its form shiftted, changing colour and purpose.
Perhaps it was looking at the black pages of her memory that had made lexi feel so strange, making her self perceptions swim and make her feel out of proportion. Maybe the artist just sucked too much at drawing limbs in perspective and wanted to explain it in in character terms so he didn't look like he made a mistake.
"I recognise this to be a Filing Cabinet" Lexi explained aloud, scratching the back of her head. "It seems to have partitioned my memory into three important distinctions. Memories about myself, memories of everything else, and memories which make me feel unwell. I feel that even though the cabinet is very large, it could be larger still. I am unsure how to continue."