i was tired of january; i was tired of june

[time_sink]

[Exactly who thought it was a good idea to leave the Typhon unsupervised is anyone's guess.

Then again, exactly whose idea it was to frontload the experimental hybrid's personality with deeply curious Morgan Yu is... No, that was Alex, actually. Probably not the best decision he's ever made.

The point is: There is currently one very curious Typhon with a mostly-human cognition and Morgan Yu's face running unchecked somewhere deep in a TranStar facility. And the curiosity in question isn't by any measure childlike - it's focused, intent. It's the curiosity of someone who would have mouthed "really?" at Alex's back after the whole 'bridge between our species' spiel if he'd had a mouth at the time.

Therefore, as soon as he could get out from under watchful eyes, he went after answers in the only way that was ever effective in the simulation (which, to be fair, is about all of the world he really knows).

Doors labeled "Morgan Yu" are always a good place to start, right?]

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this is perf

[2032]

[ It's increasingly more difficult to keep himself busy post-Talos than maybe anyone could have anticipated. There are a number of after-effects to deal with now that an earlier version of him possibly saw as an acceptable and understandable consequence of his choices (for science!), but considering he's not around now to deal with them...yeah, Morgan's a little bitter. Focus is all but impossible—he can feel his mind slipping away from the topic at hand as if they're the same poles of two magnets sliding off each other. He feels himself drifting again: away, away, away...

It's pointless is what it is. It's exhausting the longer he tries to hold on, the more firmly he tightens what little grip he has left on himself.

It's here—slumped back in the desk chair of his makeshift office, flexing a latent anxiety out of his knuckles that he still doesn't remember—that an opening door finds him.

It takes too long for the image presented to him to reconcile in his mind. Stunted cognition? It's entirely possible, who knows what he's missing besides his own memories. His experience? His full scope of faculties? His face, apparently? ]

What— [ the fuck? gets swallowed by his own stupor. Another dream? Another experiment? Is Alex fucking with him again, making faces just in case they run short of the real Morgan? Or is he the real Morgan at all (which he really doesn't need help questioning, it follows him like a cloud through his days)? Whatever it is, his mind outright refuses to accept it. ] Fuck off.