By Simon Funk
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Maybe we set the throttle wrong and he’s running faster than real time,” said one. “Maybe we got lucky and the mappings were close to his natural ones,” said the other. “No, it’s been only maybe ten hours since I woke up,” I said. “Are you running me with the fast-ltp flag? I bet you are, because my memory feels pretty crisp, not the usual valley between medium and long term memory. ” Again more exchanged looks. Deer-in-headlight looks. One of them turned to a console and typed some commands. ” “I could have told you that,” I said, wondering how they could possibly not know all these settings and defaults by heart.
Why, the fountain of wheat, of course. ” Yes, according to Laura, there is a fountain in the church in the middle of town which just spews wheat, constantly. I wanted to ask her if she didn’t find this just a little bit odd. But no, clearly not, she didn’t even think to mention it until I asked it directly. She was raised with running wheat just as I was raised with running water. To her I must seem like some primitive marveling at a pot boiling on the stove, asking, “But, where did you get the water?
I suppose this could just be change of diet, or stress, or side effects of the scan drugs; but it could be something in the “wheat”. Also, my appetite still hasn’t returned. I’ve only been eating because I know I should—and it occurs to me I’ve eaten nothing but “wheat” products and fruit since arriving via the pond express. Yet I feel completely fine, not in the least bit lacking in nutrition. I’m really quite curious now what’s packed into those little food pellets. Laura further indicated that there is neither meat eating here (based on her response I may as well have asked her if people suck on rocks), nor dairy, nor anything else.
After Life - Novella by Simon Funk