[For Sam] Fascinating
"I chose to believe that I was a person, that I had the potential to become more than a collection of circuits and sub-processors."
Molly wouldn't have been able to say why she came out of a deep sleep, except that she had. Once her mind had gone from hibernation to semi-wakefulness, the first thing she'd noticed was the quiet. There wasn't the usual white noise of emotions through her wards. It almost felt like it had before she’d realized that she had that ability.
She rubbed at her eyes and sat up on the side of the bed, suddenly wondering if she were lucid dreaming. Molly reached over to pinch herself and didn’t feel anything. There wasn’t pain as there should be. “Huh. Guess I am dreaming.” She tried it again, but this time harder.
“What the hell?!” She jumped up from the bed in both shock and surprise. Her skin did not feel like it had before. “Okay, think, Molly.” She began to pace, “you probably have to let the dream take its course before you can wake up since the stupid pinching didn’t work.” The logic of that actually made her feel calmer. There was another realization that she was actually thinking a lot more logically than she would, like she was analyzing things. Something that was extremely foreign to her and that thought alone had her head snapping up.
This was not a lucid dream. Something weird was going on!
“Son of a bitch. The inn is screwing with me.” Even that wasn’t as angry as she usually would have been and that only frustrated her more. Molly closed her eyes to gather thoughts and that was when she saw many lines of ones and zeroes like in the Matrix and she would have freaked the hell out if she had been capable of it.
Instead, she did the next best thing and sent Sam a journal message that she needed help and she hoped that the inn was screwing with her because if it wasn’t that it meant that she’d finally cracked.
Molly wouldn't have been able to say why she came out of a deep sleep, except that she had. Once her mind had gone from hibernation to semi-wakefulness, the first thing she'd noticed was the quiet. There wasn't the usual white noise of emotions through her wards. It almost felt like it had before she’d realized that she had that ability.
She rubbed at her eyes and sat up on the side of the bed, suddenly wondering if she were lucid dreaming. Molly reached over to pinch herself and didn’t feel anything. There wasn’t pain as there should be. “Huh. Guess I am dreaming.” She tried it again, but this time harder.
“What the hell?!” She jumped up from the bed in both shock and surprise. Her skin did not feel like it had before. “Okay, think, Molly.” She began to pace, “you probably have to let the dream take its course before you can wake up since the stupid pinching didn’t work.” The logic of that actually made her feel calmer. There was another realization that she was actually thinking a lot more logically than she would, like she was analyzing things. Something that was extremely foreign to her and that thought alone had her head snapping up.
This was not a lucid dream. Something weird was going on!
“Son of a bitch. The inn is screwing with me.” Even that wasn’t as angry as she usually would have been and that only frustrated her more. Molly closed her eyes to gather thoughts and that was when she saw many lines of ones and zeroes like in the Matrix and she would have freaked the hell out if she had been capable of it.
Instead, she did the next best thing and sent Sam a journal message that she needed help and she hoped that the inn was screwing with her because if it wasn’t that it meant that she’d finally cracked.