Noise of the everlasting summer nights
Repeat 162
Reread tales
by Synaps
The bookmark slipped through my fingers, landed on the floor without making a sound. It was followed by the book, which flipped open to reveal the second page of the fifth chapter. After that the bookcase came crashing down. I stared as pages were being ripped out of the volumes, creating a confetti of jumbled stories.
It took me a while to realise it was my doing.
I tried to stop my fingers as they settled upon the next breakable object, a glass of water. I was trembling violently, every shake causing water to spill onto my hands.
"You didn't do anything"
My voice? Yet, I had not been the one to speak.
Ryoko?
"You should have… You could have…"
At this point I panicked. Somehow, I was not in control. Furthermore, the one who was… was dead. At this point I secretly admitted that I might have gone insane. Still, the scientist in me pondered all facts and possibilities derived from them.
Firstly, Ryoko was showing a lot more emotion than she had ever been capable of doing. It probably meant that she wasn't really Ryoko. This further supported the theory of insanity. However, I was still a Human Interface – not a human. No matter how similar I appeared, I was not one of them. Therefore the theory was invalid.
She screamed slightly as the glass broke in her (my) hand, having given in to the pressure she'd applied. In wonder she directed my eyes to the bleeding fingers. It seemed she only now realised that she was in control of my body.
At that point, as if a firewall had been broken, I was back in control.
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I sat down, unsure if my legs could carry me. What was happening? I did not know. It disturbed me. Somewhere in the back of my mind I could feel Ryoko thinking. She was plotting something, I was sure.
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Kyon asked me how I was feeling. Guess my feelings had surfaced, appeared on my face like everyone else's. I told him I was fine. He didn't believe me.
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The sun filtered through the thick canopy, allowing the ground to be illuminated with a soft pattern of light. The SOS Brigade's Cicada Hunt had begun again. I refused to admit I knew what a cicada looked like, opting to asking Kyon about it. I could tell that he hadn't let go of my obvious distress. I ignored it.
The air was cleaner, at this distance from the city. We were on a hill. Walking up it caused Kyon to mutter about it being "just like going to school". It seemed he wasn't fully aware how many of his thoughts he spoke aloud.
It appeared as if Suzumiya Haruhi was enjoying herself, if the big smile plastered to her face was any indication.
A part of me cringed at noticing this. Her happiness was the reason for my lack of it. I was… jealous. Angry. Sad.
Mostly I was just confused.
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The code of the world, which not only makes up the Data Overmind, but everything else, is not that complicated.
Ordinarily, it is not that different from the coding of an everyday computer. Change the code and changes immediately appear in the real world.
However, whenever Suzumiya Haruhi used her powers to change the code, it acted in unexpected ways.
I knew by looking at it, that if I tried to rewrite it now. If I tried to return it to normal, I would fail. The code was reforming itself, not just by the end of summer, but continuously. The virus that was Suzumiya Haruhi was beyond anything my capabilities as an anti-virus could handle. She got into the code, forced it to act according to her will.
The Data was corrupted.
Therefore, no matter what "Ryoko" said, there was nothing I could do about it.
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As I returned to my apartment, I ignored the piles of broken books and furniture. While a part of me cringed at the state of my literature, I knew it would be returned to normal soon. As summer drew close to an end, my books would be brought back to life. I stopped my internal monologue from using any Jesus references, knowing that I did not want my books back. I had read them too many times.
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What do humans do when they have too much time on their hands?
While I fully understand that this situation cannot be compared to anything anyone else has experienced, I can't help but look for tips.
For instance, I've thought about prison.
Not about going to prison to experience something new, of course not. About how people in prison, an environment which never changes, copes.
It seems like I've found a temporary answer, through the researches I've made. Researching I've done manually, by the way. I did not want to risk the Overmind finding out about my… new-found interests.
In either case I had decided to pick up a hobby. Books wouldn't cut it anymore and gaming, which I had been entertaining myself with since that time when the Computer Club tried to win back the SOS Brigade's computer, well… it wasn't that interesting anymore. Gaming required opponents, I had some places I frequented online. However, these opponents were also dragged back in time. They could not learn from our encounters, to them they had not happened yet. Battling a computer was less satisfying, as they had a limited number of responses. Furthermore, the people online were on a completely different level. A computer was no match for them, just as it was no match for me.
On the other hand, I am not much different from a very advanced computer. So I should not complain about them.
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As for choosing a new hobby, I'm unsure.
I'm unsure if there's any point in picking up a craft. At the end of the month I wouldn't be able to start any new projects, as they would disappear without being finished.
I DO know that I would have to do it the manual, human way. Involving data manipulation or information gathering would destroy the purpose – spending time.
Author's note: This is my final term before I start at the University. As such I can't spend as much time as I want on writing. Home-work is important, especially now. When I get time over from that I need to work more on my Project. I'm writing a book ^.^