It was hard. Hard to remember. Because every time he stopped trying to remember, he stopped seeing the truth. The only thing that seemed to help is that whatever was changing his old memories wasn't changing his new, so everything he'd discovered, he knew was there. He knew he only had to look.
"I'm going to die," he said quickly. "If I stay. That chip..." he concentrated on it, tried to work it out, pin it down so he could examine the right memory. It didn't come easily. He hit on them arguing first, and then on them talking and then... bingo.
"You put it there," he told him. "There's someone following us. Someone-- he's--- damn what is it?" he got frustrated with himself. "I don't know!" But he's trying to use me... my life. I don't die, Doctor, I can't die. He's trying to use that. That bleeping it was doing means he's on his way. He's on his way and I'm running out of time. I'm sorry, I really have to go."
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Date: 2010-01-06 05:22 am (UTC)"I'm going to die," he said quickly. "If I stay. That chip..." he concentrated on it, tried to work it out, pin it down so he could examine the right memory. It didn't come easily. He hit on them arguing first, and then on them talking and then... bingo.
"You put it there," he told him. "There's someone following us. Someone-- he's--- damn what is it?" he got frustrated with himself. "I don't know!" But he's trying to use me... my life. I don't die, Doctor, I can't die. He's trying to use that. That bleeping it was doing means he's on his way. He's on his way and I'm running out of time. I'm sorry, I really have to go."