Not fear. I'm very aware of myself, like this. Aware of my own thoughts, some of them, tiers and modules of thinking, aware of the ways I could manipulate it. Aware of this body and its capabilities and its strength. It's vacuum-capable.

I'm a little tempted to jump off the side and just try to remember everything I see until I die when the flood ends.

[She says this mildly, like any other peculiarity. She won't, though. Companionship is stronger than curiosity.]

Part of me is scared of what it all means. But philosophy isn't so visceral.

[Except, of course, for when it is.]