Friday 13th May

Record date 20660918

I sleep nearly all day.  I like sleeping.   But I am woken gently with a drink of warm liquid, which I am told is milk, but which I have analysed as a mixture of soy derivative nourished with artificial vitamins and minerals.  Rather a lot of magnesium, which I suspect is not exactly helping me.  Now that I have recorded this I am certain the formula will be amended.    This is the first time I have been asked to do a recording.  I am still attempting to regain control of my fingers.  I was warned that I might have difficulty in walking and speech for a few days, but I was quite unprepared for the lack of both sensation and sensory awareness in my fingers. Consequently, typing has presented me with a slight problem.  As I am still learning to speak again the screen cannot lip read either.  I soon solved this slight technical hitch by forcing the keys on the keyboard to depress themselves by sheer concentration.

Amazingly simple really, and now that I have re-memorised the Qwerty alphabet, I can type far faster than by using my fingers.  Clarity.  Clarity and Precision.  That is now the difference.  Nothing is a problem anymore, but a situation to be assessed.  A problem is simply a case of identifying two states, a) – where you are now, and b) where you need to be.  The space between a) and b) is the problem to be solved. By correctly analyzing both a) and b) the problem solves itself.  There are usually several routes; it is relatively easy to choose the most efficient.  Most people, (myself included in days gone by) never thoroughly assess a) or b);too many distractions, too many loose synapses firing off at tangents, too many ridiculous animal hormones booting up defense mechanisms, the brain is only working part-time on the problem in hand, the ‘mind’, that element of self-consciousness we cannot seem to shut down keeps intruding with ‘but how does this affect me’ and ‘how will this make me look’ and other un-related thoughts, loss of concentration ensues, stabbing guesses are grasped at, poor human brain overloads and that entity called ‘self’ takes over and we shut down all the wrong synapses and fail.  Time and again we fail to make the right connections. Stupid animal brains. Thank Cosmos that phase is over for me.

As you can tell I have received the first of my three projected conjoinings.  Understanding, as I now do, the complete nature of the ‘select’ programme and all its ramifications for the future (having accessed all of the relevant files on my Hypercom twin) I am recording my impressions of this first conjoining.  This may prove invaluable for future conjoinees.  Unfortunately until my second conjoining the traffic is all one way only.  I am able to read and understand and use the knowledge and fast processing power of my Hypercom twin, but cannot, as yet, pass this information back and therefore onto the wider ‘select’ network.  So, for the time being I am forced to use this ‘old-fashioned’ and cumbersome keyboard, even if the words will be recorded faster than you, (my human audience) will be able to read them.  I apologise for the compromise, but I am depressing the keys as speedily as I am able to.

I understand that as my pre-conjoined brain already displayed certain characteristics which indicated I might be more advanced than previous conjoinees, it was decided that I would receive a far more intense first conjoining than any attempted since the first two unsuccessful batches a couple of years ago.  There was some nervous anticipation involved, (more in the minds of my trainers than my own self I think) but as you can see I have completed my first conjoining and I am fine.  Really.  I am fine.