It was hard, I reflected. Time was difficult to estimate. I had no clock, but it didn't matter. I had everything I needed.

  If I wanted new scenery, I walked as I thought. If I wanted rest, I laid down and stopped thinking (both easier and harder to do then what one might expect). The only thing I lacked was interaction, but... from the memories I had retrieved from my body and not my past, I don't think I wanted any interaction.

  But, I digress. I had spent innumerable hours walking, sitting, and anything in between. It turns out I had always had a flare for patience. For quiet thought and pondering. My new body both helped and hurt in this regard.

  Sometimes, I would just walk thoughtlessly for hours and hours, not noticing the passage of time due to the lack of biological functions. It made tangents into far longer ordeals.

  I could lose so much time just pulling a thought thread. An example being thus. I think of, say, my favorite food. For my human, it was crackers. For my necrontyr, it was a type of fish (dead gods was that tide bit hard to find).

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  Now, how many tangents can you see there? I see multiple. This thought leads to other branching thoughts, which lead to more branching thoughts. So on and so forth.

  Add in the fact I don't need to eat, sleep, I don't get tired, and my general patience... Ya. It was double edged. These branching thoughts were useful to explore the smaller, more damaged memories. These brought mixed things

  They brought fulfillment, sadness, and acceptance in equal measure. Rarely did it bring anger, happiness, or other emotions. And speaking of emotions...

  I don't think I actually feel emotions. They were simulations of my body. Like a complex machine that calculates when to feel happiness, or sadness. It was... disheartening, really. Especially when I figured out how to turn them off. It really proved that I wasn't alive...

  But that was not entirely true, I think... at least in part. Something was alive in me, in some way. I was... well, kind of like an undead. Not dead, but not alive either. Something in-between.

  Such thoughts would require more thought on how I felt, but... while I wasn't happy with this new... life(?) of mine, neither was I unhappy. I was... content, I suppose. While I might one day want a change, I was content here.

  I was content with finding myself. With finding out who I am, and who I was. Besides. With this cursed immortality, I had the time to think.

  At least I was growing now. When I first woke, I was... Luke a confused child. Lost and without a path forward. My thoughts now give me my path to freedom. To myself.

  And perhaps, someday soon, I will truly BE myself... Well, I can hope.