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If you’ve been following my microblog, you know that I got sick again. It’s
not even the same thing. The first one was a virus that I can’t pronounce, but
this one is a bacterium that I can’t pronounce. I guess my immune system was in
shambles for so long that something else managed to get in there before I
closed up shop. I should have known. It’s definitely happened to me before. I
just forget these things. The thing about being immortal is it doesn’t change
your brain chemistry. It’s a purely physiological situation. It’s pretty much
impossible to study the condition, because no one could ever take my blood, or
anything, but I think that one of the downsides is an inability to improve in
certain ways. I could never get stronger. Lifting weights, doing cardio, none
of it mattered. Exercise didn’t make me feel better (it also didn’t make me
feel worse at least). Nothing could change. The brain isn’t a muscle, but I
think it suffers from the same limitations. I could gain new memories, of
course, but I couldn’t really grow as a person. Anyway, I’m taking some drugs
besides the antibiotics, so I’m not sure if I’m making any sense, but
basically what I’m saying is my memory sucks. People would always tell me I
should keep a diary to remind myself of my own history, but I would always
forget to do it, so that never really worked. I’m surprised at how diligent
I’ve been about this. Don’t expect me to keep going. If it’s anything like my
previous attempts, I’ll stop by the end of the month. The only thing more
boring than this world is talking about my personal experiences with it. Nick
Fisherman IV, signing off. Oh, wait. Did I never tell you what my name was
before? Oh my God, that’s kind of funny. Maybe I’ll explain where the name
comes from, and what makes me the fourth out of four. It’s not anywhere near
as simple as that my father was the third, and so on up the bloodline. It’s
more like how they name kings.
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