[ WP ] Write the third episode of non-existant series . Make us curious about what happened before episode 3 , and what happens after .

**Chapter 3 – Life, As I Knew It. ** 
 
 *Day 4* 
 
 So after a few days of really putting my mind into it ( if you ’ ll pardon my pun, dear journal ), I have reconstructed my home and part of the neighbourhood. I'm sure there are inaccuracies, the most obvious one being that the contents of most drawers and cupboards that are n't mine and everything that I have absolutely no memory of are simply absent. I could try and really delve into my memories and rebuild some of my parents' and sister ’ s stuff and have them be where they would be, but that seems like a pointless exercise. I'll just note that down here though, in case I get REALLY bored. 
 
 NOTE: REMAKE YOUR FAMILY ’ S CLOTHES. 
 There. So in case you ’ re reading this, future-me, then you must REALLY be bored, huh? Here, have some tea. No no, I insist. Go on. Taste any different? Of course not, it ’ s just as you remember it, right? ( wink ) 
 
 Well, speaking of pointless exercises, writing down a one-sided exchange with your future self seems surprisingly like one. I should get out, maybe tour my newly recreated chunk of town. Maybe I'll find another out-of-place item. 
 Looking around, it ’ s not a shabby job. Most of the houses are incredibly regular, some have the scant few notable features that I took note of one way or another, an added balcony, some characteristic awning of that house on the corner. Makes it incredibly obvious when I can ’ t recall anything of how some houses look like when it ’ s just a carbon copy of my house, but with whatever detail I could recall just tacked on. Even places that I walk by the most have things that are there would not pass any sort scrutiny. The plants in Mrs. Norris' garden are either the wrong type or are waxy facsimiles, the streets are either entirely smooth to the touch or regularly patterned, the list goes on. I do try to rectify these when I come across them, but it ’ s still replacing fuzzy memories with assumptions, still not “ real ”. 
 
 But what is “ real ” any more? 
 
 I have to say though, I'm pleased that the day-night cycle works as expected. I don ’ t really know much about the length of day to night aside from how it changes, or how the sun and moon ’ s path travels across the sky so I ’ ve set it to the incredibly unrealistic standard of Minecraft where the midday sun is straight up, and at midnight it ’ s the moon. Twelve hour days, twelve hour nights, alarm goes off at 6, and that ’ s that. Of course none of that really matters because I can change it on a whim, but at least I ’ ll have some way to naturally gauge the passage of time. 
 
 Maybe tonight I ’ ll try and mess with the weather a bit. Perpetually clear blue skies is better than an infinite white expanse, but it still gets tiresome after a while. Always thought that rainy nights made me feel like I ’ m the only person in the world, that everything else outside is just the static of a million raindrops. Guess for once, I ’ m right. 
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 *Day 5* 
 
 Tried to get rain right last night, based on the sounds of how it plays on the roof and windows. Fascinating that it appears to also pull from unconscious part of memory, since I noticed that it followed the direction that wind normally blows the rain in around the area despite lacking any geographical cues or me specifying. Surprising what detail I keep and what I just glaze over. 
 
 Felt oddly nostalgic to wake up to the constant static of rain. I almost thought that I was actually at home, and not in this… whatever it is. 
 
 I do wish I can just go online and look up some meteorology stuff on Wikipedia to figure out which clouds make which kind of rain and go from there, but as shown by previous attempts, the internet only shows me what I expect to see. Which is about as useful as a blank book. No snub to you, dear journal. 
 I did get a kick out of experimenting with the weather, though. Made the droplets fall slower, faster, in reverse, in unison, as a single huge bubble that slams down and erupts in slow-motion. Just fun silly things. Oh yeah, I also made it rain. Like MADE IT RAIN. DOLLA BILLS. It was a sight to see. Had the thought of making it rain men ( hallelujah ), but quickly decided against it. Because from what I remember from watching that one episode of CSI, it probably won ’ t be a pretty sight. Maybe if I specified that they'll just flop around like HAVOK ragdolls? Hm. Hmm. 
 
 Update: Okay that was hilarious. Like, imagine a thousand floppy human shapes raining down all over your neighbourhood. Yeah. Exactly. 
 
 Got old really quick though. I guess things tend to, when you ’ re all alone. Maybe I'll try my hand at making a person. This… space seems to handle preset stuff like time and temperature well, and it ’ s always responded by my will. Maybe willing for sentience works? 
 
 Guess I ’ ll try it with simpler stuff first. Like a pet. Should be easy, right? It walks around, sits where it wants to. But wait, how does it decide where to sit? I ’ m not gon na have a cat that sits on walls. Well I could, but that ’ s not really the point, is it? I'll need to think about this more. 
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