STARLOG_1358 Year 2356 Januari 31.
Even in a society much more advanced than the one that I'm familiar with, the white and blue dotted gown that I'm currently wearing whilst laying in this white unfamiliar hospital room is very close to the ones I know from my world.
I say my world because my life has done a full 360 when I opened my eyes. That in itself is an understatement. It's hard to explain, but my world resembles closely the civilisation on 'earth' 325 years ago. I've put quotation marks around 'earth' because the blue marble that is circling the sun somewhere in the Milkyway can still be found in the life that I've become accustomed to. Just that it's known as 'Origin' here. Apparently, after humanity set out into space they felt the need to rename the planet to mark the occasion.
I'm however not in the future. History vastly diverges from what I know and humans have come a long way from what I've known. I've only been awake for 24 hours and I can barely get to grips with everything. I'll continue to update this logbook. If another transmigrator ever finds this. You are not alone. For me, that would probably be a very comforting thought.
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"John, I think I saw his eyelids move." I heard a female voice say as the drowsiness slowly fades from my mind. An unfamiliar voice. Perhaps I'm dreaming. I entertain the thought of how this lady is probably very attractive considering her pleasant and clear voice.
"Any readings outside optimal?" A hoarse, male voice responds. Probably John's.
"Brainwaves are stable. Heart rate stable at 75 bpm... " I zone out the lines of technical stuff as I concentrate on opening my eyes. They feel heavy. Much heavier than normal. The ramblings of medical terms also slightly make me nervous. Was I in an accident? I can't remember...
I finally manage to open my eyes and my fears are confirmed. This is unmistakenly a hospital room. For some reason, they always seem to be white, squeaky clean en organised. Very few personal touches. I always think having a more colourful room with good lighting would improve health and even mental conditions. Anyways I should probably focus on the doctor and nurse that seem to be looking at me with eyes full of curiosity.. or maybe apprehension? Intrigue? Well, one thing is sure. They are definitely staring at me.
"Evan, how are you feeling?" John asks.
"I... Well, fine I think. Can you explain why I'm here?"
"Well, that's a bit of a long story. To put it short, you were injured and have been in the hospital for a while. Let's first confirm you're fully healthy before we dive into it further. Please try and lift your arm straight up to 45 degrees, if you feel any discomfort then please refrain from exerting yourself".
A full examination later, some waiting and eventually everything checked out. I was going with the flow but my curiosity had been growing steadily. The machinery, the projections the AI assistant over the intercom. Too many things had triggered my brain and I now understood a very essential truth.
I am Evan. I was Evan before. But now I am Evan, in a fucking different timeline. Or zone. Or dimension. All right, stay calm. Remember your mantra; only a level head makes great decisions - cool and collected. Whatever happened, happened. Don't panic. I will figure this out.
As I get over my stress-induced internal panic attack I realise that I can vaguely remember the life of the former body occupant and my namesake, Evan Porter.
He seems like a well-liked, humble and honest kid. There are some very spooky things happening at the end of his life though. I'm one hundred per cent not recalling those memories. Just a few glimpses and flashes already horror me. Flesh and fire, screams, agony and horrifying pain. The emotions in those memories... the helplessness, fear and anxiety. Yep, we're burying those memories. Nothing that I want to recall.
It does however give me a great insight into why I'm in a hospital. The other memories will help me pass the vibe-check with the doctor. Pfew. I am not sus, I'm just Evan.
Another thought just occurred to me, though I'm sure I'm not Evan - the one in the memories - I can hardly recall anything of my own life. It all seems so distant, almost as if it's hidden in fog and mysteries. It's enough knowing that I still have my own identity. But I'll have to live as the new Evan. The memories already contaminate me as I can feel the emotions and aspirations of the former Evan. Perhaps our personalities will slowly merge and I'll become a blend of the old Evan and myself.
Welp. Here I was going off on a tangent again. I shouldn't worry myself. Being alive in itself is great. Focus.
"Great, all our tests are checking out. I'm very optimistic about you making a full recovery. Now I believe you asked me why you were here. Now, I've been putting off this question for a while but It's only fair that you're given some answers. Also, don't worry, in your situation temporary- or even permanent memory loss is possible. But with general responses, muscle-reflexes I can assure you that no permanent damage to your being is done. What is lost might still come back, don't break your head over what's missing. What comes, comes. There's little you or I can do at this stage to influence this process."
John then sits back and with a swipe of his hands, many of the holographic displays that he had been monitoring before instantly disappear.
"So, the reason why you're here..." John checks the clock, a holographic display above his workstation next to the bed. ".. We'll you've gone to a whole ordeal and your mother is actually making her way here. I suggest you sleep for a bit and we'll tell you all you want to know when you wake up. Sorry for letting you hang like this, but your face, is just like your fathers'. I'll promise, I'll make it up to you. Now go and sleep for a bit."
As if magic words were spoken, I feel myself tumbling into a deep sleep at the last words.