[ WP ] You were the first person to successfully cheat death by transferring your mind to a computer before dying . It 's been 10 years , and you 've learned you will pay for cheating death , with a death far worse than ... [ end of transmission ]

I'm not staring because I do n't have eyes. But if I still had eyes I would be staring, blank faced at what I'd found. An out of the way registry entry. 9 years ago I'd cataloged all my thoughts, all my memories, every cycle so I could revisit them at my leisure, copy them, modify them and keep the original. I'd made what I called the registry, which was in fact exactly like a normal registry but with some modifications for non-sequential searches and implied network connections. 
 
 10 Years ago I'd died. My body had died and the copy of myself, me had continued on inside the custom built computer. For a while I'd thought that I would need to construct a modeling environment to house the quantum state of my brain, but moore's law was not quite fast enough to allow for anything like that. So, instead I'd created an interface that I was able to wear that recorded the impulse patterns, not the phenomena but the epi-phenenomena. When my body had died and all phenomena had ceased a coalition program popped up and I woke up inside the computer. To this day I'm not actually sure how I did it. Or if I did it at all. But I did n't worry myself about those questions for a long time until they stared at me or I stared at them, eyeless. 
 
 The registry entry was a memory of myself or not myself but me anyway on a trip with my wife. It was n't an important trip but we'd been somewhere that that had stayed with me and so their was an entry so that I could easily go back and check that memory space, relive or mold it into something else. I do n't think I'd ever gotten around to putting the velociraptor fight in that particular memory but I had enough memories of my dinosaur fighting days so it really was n't a loss. The problem was n't the entry. The problem was that the memory segment was bad. So I could n't recall the memory. I assumed I'd used some raid system but did n't know the actual physical make up of the computer. I, my progenitor had, but not me. So the memory was gone. Normally if you forget something you do n't know you forgot it, its just gone, but this was a constant sign post pointing at the abyss saying that there was nothing there that should be. I could n't do much but try and execute that particular entry over and over again. I stayed at it for days not merely because because of the horror at this development but now that I knew it was possible I was afraid to see how much I had lost. How much of my entries were not just post it notes set to remind me of lost things.
