[For a moment, there's a feeling of incredible loss - of disturbing realization, that his nanocomputer might be gone - and Robert has to actually stop himself from getting up immediately. The journal exists still...
... But his own journal entries no longer match what he made. He saw as such, when he checked it briefly before. He didn't have the ability to go through them thoroughly... but he knows.
Will it be the same with his nanocomputer? Will the information that he remembers putting there be there? What of the Robert-that-never-was...?
There will be so many broken edges to glue together.
The man continues to eat slowly and reluctantly, in a way that betrays his anxieties. His fingers shake on the spoon.]
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... But his own journal entries no longer match what he made. He saw as such, when he checked it briefly before. He didn't have the ability to go through them thoroughly... but he knows.
Will it be the same with his nanocomputer? Will the information that he remembers putting there be there? What of the Robert-that-never-was...?
There will be so many broken edges to glue together.
The man continues to eat slowly and reluctantly, in a way that betrays his anxieties. His fingers shake on the spoon.]