Memory Training

Sine sighed, another day of not being noticed. One glances, two glances, three glances, no four. Each glance from the same eyes, looking at the same person like the previous one didn’t happen. It was a normal experience for Sine, however, not one which is ever really taken lightly. That glance showed everything, revealed everything, his first opinions, his personality, mood, even his body language expressed where it wanted to go, what it wanted to achieve. All living beings are predictable, as everything we are capable of doing and understanding, comes from a memory, a memory is all that runs the world, and all others.

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Sine was sighing his way through the day. Tired and bored. He looked down at the chon in his hand, which was being flipped up and down, from one hand to the other every few seconds. Money, there were a number of people who Sine really likes, and has been following for quite some time now, and what they will need in the future? Money. So that is what he will do, thief and trink his way, towards money. He flipped the coin once more, and a girl walked up to him, screaming for her mom, stopping only a few meters away before forgetting.

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Cards weren’t just a trick nor a game, they were a calling. Sine’s cards flickered from hand to hand, each card moving like its own air gun, over his head, and directly in to the palm of the other. Every day was a new day to perfect small little trinkets and games, methods and places of prolusion within ones mind and memory. To impress some one gives you their entire self, and their willing obedience if anything. Sine’s cards were not just a method of taking advantage of poor young dorks who do not know they are being fooled until its too late, however a memory ruins their counter, a card is a calling upon, given to a friend, master, slave or comrade. A card given to people who are important, and a card given to family and those who gather an individuals interest. Sine’s cards were different. Very different to the usual. For each card, was its own calling card, one which siphoned the thoughts from an individual and relays them back to Sine. Connecting card he calls it, a seal placed on each and every card which will create a connecting between each and every card, allowing him to find a card no matter where it may be. Cards exist, Sine doesn’t, which may prove to be a very very complicating factor in the future. *Wink*. Cards also have been given the ability to collect their memories from their holder automatically without any physical or mental draining. A good tool to have.

What is the purpose of cards like this, well, obviously it is all for an unitization and achievement which will one day have a large impact on the world. Prospective ninja’s and civilians who have the potential to change the entire world, they will all be needed, and they will all need. Neo is able to hand out and distripute cards to others, the card dawing their memories into itself, but then what? Nothing? Well that is wrong, what is actually happening is in the connection. The connection was not just to find the card, but to create a wireless network between then, the memories will draw themselves towards the main deck and ultimately back to Sine. He will have access to their memories. Why? So he can help of course, whenever they need a certain kind of assistance or guidance, Sine will aid them, as he will take an interest in those who deserve it, and swear featly to those will need it. But, they cannot remember Sine, why would they keep the card, that is the question, and that was also solved by implanting a memory into the card, which will replay the memory into the users mind, adding it to their own. This will be different for each person, however it can only be as good as the memory is. If Sine slacks, the memory will not appeal to them, and as such, Sine will have to repeat the entire process again. Not a fun way to end the day.

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No training 4 days.

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Sine was unnatural, everyone knew, well, they knew by not knowing, in a sense. It is hard to explain, how do you tell someone that you don’t actually exist, when you are unable to communication with them at any point in time. The only reason people ever have contact with Sine, is because he lets them, he allows his memory to formulate within theirs to give him a temporary form. But he doesn’t have to, he can have no way of being detected or associating with other people, he can just go on without an existence or form at all. He is, Sine Nor…whatever his name is.

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Sine stood amidst the crowd of the open food hall, holding out his plain plastic tray filled with nothing but the cheapest of food possible, all self served of course. Despite the fact that stealing is so simple and easy for one such as himself, his moral values are still in play, and as such, he’d much rather con then thieve, but if he must, then of course, it would be only what is needed, luxury not required. The vast number of students had split themselves ironically by 3 tiers, stereotypical in any learning free timed environment. The first Teir being age, you have the youngling, the Norms and the Elders. Then within each of those you have their experience, 1st year, 2nd year or 3rd year depending on their courses. Then further still, the students and their groups are decided by a general topic or description, the physicals, mentals, gens, tais, nins, whatever. Sine however, was one of the 100 students who most likely ate alone as everybody appears to have a sob story to their characters and everyone is a loner.

Sine had one goal for this break, or rather 3. The first, he would, nay he will con a few of the other students into trading their lunch with his until he ended up with the most expensive of cafeteria meals, the honey bbq ribs, he will then eat his food, followed by starting a food fight, then of course, never existing while still remaining in the area. Shouldn’t be a difficult task. Now to trade the cheapest of the cheap. Younglings, Taijutsu users. Young, so they won’t have much to spend, meaning they will be used to the crapped meals, and tai because they are fucking stupid cunts most of the time. He’d walk right up to an eight year old boy, dropping down next to him. “I see you haven’t started eating that apple yet, how about a friendly game?” He’d go on to explain that a simple coin toss would either allow them to swap meals, or Sine will pay for his next meal. Fair right? Wrong. A trick he’d dare not use on a fellow Gen user of course. With each coin toss, it will land in his favour, or rather that’s how they will see it.

Using the simply trick he’d continued to move up the ages until finally coming to a stop, taking a seat on a window seal to eat his meal silently. A good 3 minutes and 27 seconds later, his tray would placed smoothly atop of a bin and he began to make his announcement. *Clap* *Clap* *Clap* “Everybody, everybody, turn in your seats, look around to face me as I demonstrate how to manipulate and deceive you all into perform what I wish.” *Clap* *Clap* *Clap* It didn’t take long to gather the attention of the snot nosed brats, each starring blankly as at the boy standing atop of a table whom no one has ever had the privilege of remembering a meeting with. He drew a single card, throwing it towards the roof, before swiftly using his coin, hoisting it into a flipping position. All the childrens eyes would flicker as they received sumliminal messages, each with only one true point. ‘food fight’. Half of the younger ones even started chanting before the real fun started. The coin was flipped, every kid hearing the same sound. The sound of themselves, yelling the phrase. “FOOD FIGHT!!!” And alas It began, tables flipped, food flying, and Sine, Still in the same location, yet no longer existing.

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