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Race to Revelation — Get Set

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I watched Ambrose earlier this evening as he sat at a table, writing in his journal. He hasn’t taught me anything of this arcane art, but he told me that it is a way to remember and communicate things. I didn’t at all understand that when he first explained it, but my back-of-the-head instinct seems to be trying to move me toward a better knowledge of it. However, that mystery isn’t important right now. I needed to finally ask him what he did to me, and I hoped I could understand his answer.

I approached him from the back–not silently, but he was too intent on what he was doing to hear me. So when I was at his shoulder and said, “Ambrose,” he started violently, letting the journal thing slide out from under his hand. The leaves inside it flipped over, back to the beginning, and an image there caught my eye. I leaned in for a closer look before he could snatch it away. I pointed to it and looked at him. “Is that…me?”

He looked a bit unhappy that I’d seen it, but he answered. “Yes, it is. This journal is all about you.”

“Ambrose…” I hesitated, then drove ahead. “What did you do to me? And to her?”

He didn’t look at all surprised at my question. Instead, he gestured to the chair on the other side of the table. I sat down, and he leaned forward a bit.

“You’ve seen something inside the heads of your prey when you eat, haven’t you?” I nodded. “Well. That something is called the brain. It’s an organ inside the bodies of most animals.”

“Organ?” I hadn’t heard him use that word before.

“Yes. An organ is something inside the body that performs a specific function, like your heart or your stomach.” My face cleared of its confusion, and he continued. “The brain is a very, very important organ. It’s what tells your body to move, to breathe, to do *anything.* And, all your memories, your emotions, everything you are, is stored in the brain.”

He smiled at my astonished expression. “Now, I’ve been studying brains, animal and human, for a long time. I’ve been conducting experiments…doing things to see what happens. In your case, I took your brain out of your cat body. Normally, that would mean the death of it, and of you. But with my machinery, I kept your brain alive. Then I put it in this human body.”

“But…why?” I was getting a basic understanding of his words, but I still couldn’t comprehend the reasons behind it.

“As I said, to see what would happen. What I’ve done with you has greatly expanded my knowledge of how brains work.”

“Oh,” I said in a small voice. There was another question to ask–I think he was expecting me to ask it–but I couldn’t. I was too scared. I *think* I know the answer, but if I ask, then I will *know* the answer. And then I will have to decide what to do about it.

Soon. Not yet, but soon.

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