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He woke up with a start, covered in cold sweat as an alarm was waking him up. He turned his head to face the console beside his bed, consisting of a multitude of buttons and a simply L.E.D. clock telling the time, flashing. A little Red light labeled N was lit. He couldn't see much else but the red glare in the darkness, especially without his glasses, but the distinct red light was recognizable. It wasn't the first time N woke him up. He was experiencing irregular sleeping patterns, which he knew just as well as any neurologist that it was severely unhealthy for him. He groaned and fumbled his finger around the console until he could find a button next to the clock display, shutting the alarm off, only for it to start beeping again, indicating a notification.

"Nnn..." He mumbled, feeling around the console for the master illumination toggle.

“You are requested to report to 1348 Normandy, District 83.” it said. Switching on the lights, he found another button that opened a drawer, where he found his glasses. Scrambling out of the bed, he tossed the covers back over it and pushed it into the wall. His quarters was built to be small and versatile, being almost claustrophobic and only a couple square feet large, but it served many purposes, with many facilities that could be pulled out like drawers, such as his bed or a sink. Many of the quarters were similar, to preserve space, but some were larger to support other needs or wants.

As he was looking at himself in the mirror he pulled out of the wall, he was trying to remember the dream he had, as not only did he find it intriguing, he felt he was going to need it for future analysis, especially considering how much pressure ASIT had on it's psychiatric members to find symptoms of CR in it's members as early as possible. Pushing the mirror back into the wall, he pulled out a thin desk that had papers, handbooks and writing utensils perfectly placed by a machine, which would have done the same thing to his bed. Originally the machine would get him the daily newsprint, but that company was shut down when they found it was much easier and more efficient to do it digitally. That could be said about this entire city, he'd think, Everything that can't be replaced digitally is reused and beat down until nothing of it remains. He preferred to keep everything as physical as possible, however, and preferred to write things down. He figured the reason why people were so wrapped up in the virtual 'reality' was so that they forgot about the world (walls) around them. However, there were those who still well aware of it, and these people were those who often went through bouts of depression, but depression was a good sign of humanity, and he preferred that over machine any day. Why else would he have such irregular sleep patterns. It did pose a scary thought, though; What if we, as humans, lost our physical form and simply were consumed into digital space? He did his best not to repress this thought.

Taking the old-fashioned designed pen and a grey blank page, he began to write, as the dream quickly escaped his memory.

I had a dream just now. The computer will put down the date and time at the top of this page. However, I can only write a quick note as I am being summoned for duty, and I remember very few details. In the dream, I was running from a fire to a fire. I don't know why, but it was urgent. I don't even remember seeing the fire, but I just know it was a fire. I remember my vision being a little too low, so I must have been in my youth. I was running through the city, through places and streets I knew quite well, but they were pieced together oddly. I can't quite remember the places now though. I am running quite fast, in fact, and not faltering once. I think I had my Vest on. As a side note, I never had my Power Vest when I was younger. I do remember arriving at my destination. I think it was at a school a hospital the institute. Although, It didn't lead inside, but it led to but I couldn't tell where it led to. I know it wa outside, and the sun was bright. The sun actually was getting so bright that it burned everything. That's the greater part of the dream I remember. The only other part I remember was talking to Mykeisha. She didn't have her augments, but I can't quite remember the situation I was in or what she said. Requires further reflection.

Ending his hastily written note, he pushed the desk back into the wall and scrambled to get ready to leave. He got his Power Vest out of a digitally locked drawer and put it on. It wasn't active, but it was fully juiced and ready for use whenever he felt the need. Putting on a jacket, he scrambled out of his quarters and headed straight for the vehicle lot, jingling his keys in his pocket. The nice thing about old-fashioned locks is that they couldn't be hacked, and hacking could be done more quickly than more conventional methods, and few used those sort of locks anymore anyhow. Keeping an eye on the time on his heads-up display on his glasses, he realized he was going to be a bit late. Can't possibly be too different from the last case, he thought So maybe they can do without me for a couple minutes.