I guess I'm going to throw this out there to an empty amphitheater. One of my favorite sci-fi ideas is that who you are at this second is a facade. Your brain has been programmed to let you believe that everything in your past however-many-years of living have been real, when in actuality you were just created seconds ago and implanted with the thoughts you believe to be your own. Everything around you is a prop, set up to make you believe the lie that you have lived your whole life up to this moment.
It's pretty trippy.
But I've been wanting to write something about this idea for a long time so one day I sat down and this burped out. It reads weird, mostly because it's formatted like a silent movie in my head. Memento-esque flashbacks, if you will. A Wakening
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