[ WP ] : You do n't remember what you do for a living . Literally . You black out for 8 hours 5 days a week and a paycheck appears once per month .

And so it was another day again. 
 As I woke up, things were the same I left them. I slap a key on my computer, sleeping next to me, glance at the time but do n't actually remember it… 
 
 I get up, make thym tea for my sore throat, 
 Grab some of that honey to put some sun in my mouth, 
 I get, a little lonely, as I'm getting back to my hypnotic state of mind. 
 
 I'm sitting here, staring blankly at my screen, watching videos over and over so I ca n't hear myself think… How could I merit any of it? 
 
 It's been years these paychecks kept on following me, but I ca n't be sure what for exactly. Have I lost something and an insurance pays me back? Am I an important piece in the times to come? How could I be worth of it? How will I repay it? 
 
 Maybe I'm dead already, and I'm experiencing back my life as a spectator. That would explain the sensation of helplessness sometimes. Maybe I'm part of an experiment, or subject of a space-time travelling mumbo jumbo. I could be, in a subtle way, supporting myself from the future to ensure that I'm about to achieve the time machine I've been dreaming for so long… 
 
 It's been almost three years that I started working on that time machine. I've had ups, and downs. Maybe I'm mistaken, but even if the ups were objectively great, I felt at least as responsible for the lows, and everything became tinted in greyish experience, the good could've been better, the worst is my own creation… 
 
 You could say that I am ungrateful, I have the brain, the looks, and some money drops in to offer me time to focus on what I am here to do. It's okay, I think it too. 
 I feel the pressure of the future on my shoulders, and if I know how not to feel alone at night, at day I fear being alone. 
 Experiencing the world is a fascinating thing, being in charge of its evolution is probably too much for a single human being. Even though, as far as I can remember, I always learned toward being a master of all trades. 
 In my dark times, I fell like it makes me a master of none, but most of the time I do n't even realise how broad viewed it makes me. I can design things on so many levels I even get lost in them myself. 
 
 -- `` That's great dear'' 
 
 — Yes, that's still egocentric. I, as a single human, wo n't be able to change the world. But if I could be a shared consciousness, be a little bit in everyone's minds and actions, and everyone's being in mine, maybe we could make the world change, for the better… 
 
 All we would need is some brain-time to share for greater causes, and the rest of the time we could focus on whatever we need or want to d..wait…! 
 
 This feels familiar… How come it already exists if it's not been created yet? 
 
 Did I create this? 
 
 Who am I? Future me? Past you?... 
 
 Theses were my accelerating thoughts when I passed-out… 
 ___ 
 And so it was another day again. 
 
 A letter dropped in: Google BrainPower 
 
 `` Thank you for renting us your brain. We've used it 112h in the last week. Here's the main applications it's been used for, accordingly to your preferences: 
 - Education 
 - Production 
 - Drone driving 
 - Health research 
 
 Spare time has been allocated by Google, as described in the CGU you agreed on. 
 
 You've been credited with 1,5 ḅitcoin. 
 
 Thank you for your time. 
 
 Faithfully you, R.U38S¬234AN'' 
 
 The cool thing about Google turning into a cybernetic-AI-drived entity is that because they needed brainpower, they paid us just to be basically alive. 
 
 The not so good thing about it, is that it induces, for now at least, short term amnesia. But who knows how long it's been this way?
