I would meet Lianne several times a day. We would talk, laugh. I found her super helpful.
I mean I trusted her. It's not as if I trusted anything else, and to be honest I didn't really have much choice. I both did trust her and had to trust her. Closest thing to having a parent I thought.
Lianne told me that my memories wer "floating". That was the word she used. That they would come back, but needed time to be aligned. She said it wouldn't take long.
In the mean time I had to focus on my studies. It was best if I kept things phisical she told me. That would help ground those memories. So each morning, I walked the ship, and twice a day I worked out.
My head was full of bad rhymes, so exercise definitley helped. Lianne was right about most things. She told me I should start a diary. That that would help. It didn't really. It made things worse. But she said this was part of the process.
> What process? I asked.
Alignement she said (again). That my memories, and thoughts needed to be aligned.
> What does that mean? I said.
I felt angry when I said this. It was if i was being played with. Played. Could't she be just a bit more - transparent?
That made me laugh. She laughed as well. I mean if there was anything that she clearly "was" - transparent was one of them. But she knew what I meant.
> So you can read my thoughts?
"Some of them.", she said. "Most of them, maybe." I could hear her voice, but it was not "out there". It was inside. Somewhat like a memory, but different. More like a phone call. Each thought i had, brought up another new word, and with it a memory.
"Yes, a phone call. just like that.", she said. "I should explain to you how these memories work. Is that OK?"
> Yes, that would be helpful.
"OK, let me tell you about Memories." And with that I was transported.