"I've got them," Ren insisted. He hadn't had much of a problem with Sakura cleaning up after him before, but...well, when it came to clothes and underwear and stuff, he was a little embarrassed about a girl seeing them.
"Looks like we're ready." She looked up, waving to one of the other staff members. It's a semi-official nod toward protocol, and they all are contactable by ring or comm device should they be needed back in MedBay. "Do you remember the gravity tubes?"
Sakura nodded, internalizing that along with everything else. "At least you won't be surprised at how we change levels," she said with a grin, winking. "Unless gravity tubes and director tentacles are part of things for you back home."
Ren shook his head. That definitely wasn't normal for him--not before, at least. But the fact that it felt more familiar, along with everything else about the ship...
After a moment of trying to figure out how to ask the question, he said, "Why do I remember everything here? Shouldn't the Clock have taken everything?"
Sakura wasn't sure she wanted to answer that question, if her bias toward younger audiences had her answering anyway. "We're not sure," she confessed, "If we expect it has something to do with the ship itself. It's not a perfect theory. Some people have been losing memories of events on sip, if part of that looks more like a coping mechanism than total memory and time loss. It's possible the clock can only function in a way that affects physical time and memory from our original worlds. Outside of that kind of linear context, its effects break down."
In short, they had no idea. Theories, but nothing concrete. Expecting the ship to help hold memories together begged a kind of ongoing connection and memory back-up that was distinctly disturbing. (Not that the ship was anything less, even on great days.)
"Yes, from what we can tell." She looked bothered by it, if it was hard to tell what about the selective block was most worrisome. "It makes things easier than they'd be otherwise. Can't forget how great the mess hall is, even if you want to!" She winked at that.
"I've got them," Ren insisted. He hadn't had much of a problem with Sakura cleaning up after him before, but...well, when it came to clothes and underwear and stuff, he was a little embarrassed about a girl seeing them.
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Ren nodded. "I think I remember everything about the ship. It's just the--the stuff about me."
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Ren shook his head. That definitely wasn't normal for him--not before, at least. But the fact that it felt more familiar, along with everything else about the ship...
After a moment of trying to figure out how to ask the question, he said, "Why do I remember everything here? Shouldn't the Clock have taken everything?"
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In short, they had no idea. Theories, but nothing concrete. Expecting the ship to help hold memories together begged a kind of ongoing connection and memory back-up that was distinctly disturbing. (Not that the ship was anything less, even on great days.)
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That explanation cleared up nothing. Ren gave her a puzzled look and asked, "So Stacy can block some of it, but not all of it?"
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Ren could only make a face at that. Seriously, Sakura. Don't even joke about that.
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"Okay," Ren not-quite-sighed in relief. And, well, you never knew what Phillip might decide he wanted to try next.
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