Good Morning, Eileen

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Science Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
Due to his memory being horrible, Bobby decides to get the newest technology "Eileen" in order to help him out. But when Eileen starts to make his memory even worse, can he get rid of her and bring his life back to normal?

Submitted: October 18, 2018

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Submitted: October 18, 2018



The waiting room was silent except for the occasional cough. As usual, it was nearly empty, for health was the best that it had been in years. Bobby couldn’t sit still in his chair. He knew that this was the day his life would change forever. Eileen was going to change his and Obsidia’s lives for the better.

Obsidia sat next to him, her eyes on her phone. Bobby stared at her.

She looked up and awkwardly smiled. She blushed. “Why are you staring at me?”

“Just because,” he said. She was beautiful, everything he wanted. Dark chocolate skin, a little taller than him, and one of the smartest people he knew.

“Are you sure about this?” she asked. It was as if she was his mother. Bobby couldn’t recount a time where she was never not worried about him.

“You said my memory sucks,” Bobby replied. “Why not?”

“You don’t have to do this for me.”

Bobby placed his hand on top of hers. “I’m doing this for both of us, Dia.”

A door opened and a nurse stepped out of it, a clipboard in her hand. Her hair was up in a bun, a pen holding it in place. “Bobby?” she said, her eyes on the clipboard.

Bobby smiled at his girlfriend and stood up. “Wish me luck.”

“Luck,” she said. “Tell Dad I said hi.”

“I will.” He pecked her on the cheek and walked to the nurse. He took a quick glance at her nametag. Her name, “SANDRA,” was in all caps across it.

They went through the door and entered a hallway. He noticed her quickly check him out, but he didn’t bother to say anything about it.

“How are you doing today, Bobby?” she said as she led him down the hall to a room.

“Pretty good. You?”

“Same.” She stopped at a room and opened the door. They entered and she closed the door behind them. She motioned for him to sit on the exam table. He hopped onto it and let his legs swing.

She looked down at the clipboard. “So, Bobby, I’m required to tell you that I was hired personally by Eidetic Corp. to be your nurse during your time with Eileen. We just need to go over some questions before Dr. Jenkins comes in to implant Eileen.”

“Shoot away.”

She took the pen from where it held her hair in place, letting her hair drape to her shoulders. “How old are you?”


She wrote his response on the clipboard paper. “What’s your gender?”




“Any schooling?”

“Fresh out of college. Going back for my masters in the Fall.”

“What’s your major?”


She smiled as she wrote his response. “Sexuality?”


She glanced at his left hand. “Not married?”

Bobby cocked a grin. “No. I have a lovely girlfriend though. She was out there in the waiting room with me.”

“I saw her.” She smiled at him for a split second before looking back to the clipboard. “Are you presently physically or mentally sick?” she said. “Sexual diseases? Schizophrenia? Anything?”

“Not to my knowledge.”

“Are you currently taking any medications or drugs?”

Bobby shook his head. “Not at all.”

“Finally, may I ask where you heard of Eileen from?”

“The internet,” Bobby said. “She was on an ad. I mean, I saw several ads about her, but this one said something like, ‘fix your memory today!’ in all caps. My girlfriend Obsidia’s always saying that my memory’s bad. So, why not get Eileen?”

Sandra wrote his response down. She took a couple pages out from under the one she was writing on. One was a carbon copy of his responses and the other a consent waiver. He glanced over them as she handed him her pen.

“Dr. Jenkins wants you to read over the waiver and make sure you’re still up for this thing. We’ve gotten a lot of back-outs recently and we wouldn’t be shocked if you backed out as well.”

“Why are people backing out?” Bobby asked.

Sandra shrugged. “Afraid of what Eileen may do to them, I’d guess. I don’t see what the problem is. I’d have her if they let me, but I’m just here to document stuff.” She rolled her eyes. “Just read that over and sign it when you’re ready. The doctor will be in here soon.”

She turned around to leave then stopped. “Oh, one more thing.” She wrote something on another piece of paper and ripped it off. She held it out to him. It had her number on it. “When you and your girlfriend break up, call me.”

“We won’t,” Bobby said. He wouldn’t take the paper from her.

“You never know.” She put the paper on his lap and left.

He balled up the paper and threw it into a trash bin in the corner of the room. He looked down at the consent waiver and began to read it.

We have accepted you, Bobby Xiang, as a test subject for our new product: Eileen!  Here at Eidetic Corp., we want you to be able to make your memory subservient to you. No longer will you have to worry about what you saw or said long ago! Eileen will recall it all!

Eileen is an electronic chip which will be inserted into your brain via the side of your neck. She will always be connected to your phone. Whenever you need to recall a memory, ask aloud and she will display it on your phone from your first-person view. If asked, she will also be able to tell you what you had experienced with your other senses during that memory.

Eileen will document everything you say and thus will also work as an alarm system, alerting you whenever you have something to do. Eileen is still being improved and we do not currently have knowledge of any possible side-effects. So, by signing this you will be waiving your ability to sue us or blame us for any faults within the system. While it is suggested you keep Eileen inside of you for a whole year to see how well she works, especially after our updating periods, you have the right to remove her at any time.

Lastly, you will report on any precarious or astounding events that are caused by, or influenced by, Eileen using the online Eidetic Corp. Journal. By signing below, you are agreeing to all of these terms above.

Bobby signed the paper. Dr. Jenkins entered the room.

“Bobby, son,” Dr. Jenkins said. He shook Bobby’s hand. Dr. Jenkins was a tall black man with salt-and-pepper hair. He was in his mid-sixties, yet he didn’t look a day over forty. “How’ve you been, Bobby?”

“Pretty good.”

“And my daughter?”

“I’d say the same. She’s in the waiting room right now. She told me to tell you hi.”

Dr. Jenkins nodded. “I’ll go speak to her myself after this.”

“She’d love that. How’s the family?”

“They’re doing okay. Lola’s going into her senior year of college next semester and Dana’s about to enter ninth grade. They grow up so fast.” Dr. Jenkins sat in a seat beside the table. He looked at the paper in Bobby’s hands. “You already signed it?”

“Yeah. Dia says I have memory problems, so why not fix it the best way I can?”

Dr. Jenkins chuckled. “I’m pretty sure there are better ways than this.”

“I like a gamble.”

Dr. Jenkins’ smile faded. “You do understand that you’re a test subject, correct? This thing is nowhere near perfect.”

“Well, you guys don’t know if anything is wrong with it--”

“That doesn’t mean everything is right with it.” Dr. Jenkins peered into Bobby’s eyes. “We don’t know how well this thing is going to work. You’re the beta test. They’re still trying to find out how to connect this thing to our TVs and eyes and all types of crazy stuff.”

“Doc, I read all about this. I’ll be fine. Nobody’s had bad results yet.”

“There aren’t enough testers to report them, Bobby. I know you signed that thing, but think about this. Are you sure that you are willing to try to enhance your memory with some robotic chip, knowing that there may be horrible side effects?”

“Yeah. I might as well try.”

Dr. Jenkins sighed. “You do know that you’re not safe once we implant this thing into you, right?”

“What do you mean?”

“Your memories, all old and new, will be transported to this thing they call the Mind-Vault. It’s this mega computer that Eileen uses which searches through your memories and shoots the one you’re looking for back to your phone. The government will see everything you do from now on. They will know everything you are going to do and have already done.”

“Yeah, but just think of the implications Eileen has once everyone has her. No faulty memories, no crimes, less problems with degenerative memory diseases… Eileen has so much potential. We can use her and the Mind-Vault for our future, and we can even educate the kids off of others’ memories. There will be no more wondering about what happened in the past.”

 “It sounds as if you read it right off of a card.”

“I’ve seen enough ads. Eidetic Corp wants to make this thing the future. A place where everyone is connected. That’d be amazing. No more arguments over who said what or what happened in the past. So many problems will be solved.”

“And you’re sure about this?”

“Of course.” Bobby smiled at him. “I want this thing. It’s our future.”

Dr. Jenkins smiled and nodded. “Alright. Fine. Well, first off, some precautions. I’ve been told that Eileen will have several updates during your year using her. From what I’ve heard, she will update herself. In these instances, she turns off. Don’t worry though. When she awakes, she will retrieve everything that you saw, heard, smelled, and whatever else during the time she was inactive.”

“What about the TV updates?”

“I’ll let you know when they’re doing them if you’re still doing this by then. I’d have to have some people install everything for you.”

“Thank you. Anything else?”

Dr. Jenkins nodded. “As I’m sure you read, you need to log on to the online journal to report any events. Though the waiver says only when events of a certain caliber occur, I’d like you to do it every night.”

“Every night?”

“Yes. Just talk about your day, if the Eileen had any impact on it, anything like that. They can be one sentence to however long you want. And I will check it every night.

“Lastly, I expect for you to visit me every week for the next year to talk about Eileen. I don’t care if we talk about the same stuff that you wrote in the journals, I just want to meet you just in case something happens. You never know what can go wrong. Understood?”

Bobby nodded. “Yessir.”

“Good. Now are you absolutely sure you want this thing?”

“You can take it out at any time, can’t you?”

Dr. Jenkins nodded. “Yes, but we don’t know if there will be any problems when we do that.”

“Let’s take the risk, then.”

Dr. Jenkins exhaled and rose from the chair. “Alright. I just need the waiver and your phone, and then we can get this thing started.”

“My phone?”

“We need to connect Eileen to it.”

“Ah.” Bobby pulled his phone out of his pocket and handed both it and the waiver to Dr. Jenkins.

“I’ll be right back with the nurse.”

He left the room. Bobby swung his legs as he waited for Dr. Jenkins and Sandra to come back in. Soon, he’d be a better man.


Bobby opened his eyes as sun pooled in from a window.

“Good morning, Bobby,” he heard a soothing female voice say. It had come from his phone on his bedside table.

“Good morning, Eileen.” He leaned up in bed and sniffed the air. He smiled and hopped out of bed, grabbing his phone.

“Do I smell bacon?” Bobby asked as he entered the kitchen.

“Yes, you do,” Eileen responded through his phone.

“Not you, Eileen.”

Obsidia laughed as she cooked breakfast. Her smile was brighter than the sun. Bobby couldn’t help but to smile back at her.

“You’re really likin’ that thing, huh?”

“Hell yeah.” Bobby sat at their island. The kitchen was small, and the island was their “table.” Just two chairs in front of it, the island itself took up half of the room. The other half was dominated by the fridge, cabinets, a sink, and a gas range. The kitchen was the smallest room in their apartment, yet they couldn’t complain since it was theirs.

Bobby looked at his phone as Obsidia flipped pancakes on a skillet.

“You mind helping me out for a sec--”

“This thing is just awesome, Dia,” he interjected. “Just watch this.” He pushed his phone across the island to her. She sighed and looked at it. “Eileen, show me what I ate for dinner last night.”

The screen showed a first-person view of Bobby eating a slice of pizza next to Obsidia as she wiped her mouth.

“Pretty cool.” She passed the phone back to him and turned back to the food on the stove.

“Pretty cool? No, it’s pretty awesome.”  He picked up the phone. “Eileen, what did I smell when I woke up two weeks ago?”

The screen is covered with darkness which then opens up to reveal light. Bobby heard himself sniff the air through the phone.

“Cinnamon rolls,” Eileen said. Bobby salivated at the thought of it.

“Dia,” he said as she pulled two plates from a cabinet.

She exhaled. “What, Bobby?”

“She remembers my dreams too. Watch--”

“Bobby, honey, can you just put the phone down for a second and help me out. I gotta get to work soon.”

“Oh. Okay.” He put his phone down and rose from his seat. He helped her put the food onto the plates. She glanced at him as he plated the food. A frown plastered his face and he wouldn’t look at her. His movements were quick and harsh.

“Bobby, please don’t act childish. This isn’t a big deal.” He moved the plates to the island.

Obsidia’s hands went to her hips. “Don’t ignore me.” He ripped two pieces of paper towel from a roll beside the sink and put them next to the plates.

“Bobby.” He opened the utensil cabinet and pulled out a couple forks and knives. He placed them on top of the pieces of paper towel.

Obsidia grabbed his arm. He looked her in her beautiful hazel eyes. “Bobby. Stop acting childish.”

“I’m not acting childish,” he grumbled.

“Yes, you are. I understand that this thing--”


“I understand that Eileen is cool and all, but I don’t have time to hear about her. You can tell me about her later if it makes you feel better, but not right now.”

“I got her for us.”

“And I appreciate that.” She sat down on one of the island chairs in front of a plate. “But you’ve had this thing for only three days now, and it’s still all you wanna talk about. Just… calm down a little.”

He nodded. He sat down in the seat next to her and they began to eat. Silence enveloped the apartment for a few minutes before Bobby withdrew from his reluctance.

“I remember our anniversary now,” he said. “I remember seeing you circle it on the calendar. Eileen showed me it last night.”

Obsidia said nothing, yet the lack of words still hurt Bobby. 

“I’m not perfect. I know. I have a bad memory, I’m childish, I got a little too frazzled sometimes… but I’m trying. I got Eileen so that I could improve myself. I know I should know when our anniversary is, and what you said last night, and to pay the bills, and where we agreed to have dinner… but it’s just hard.”

“I appreciate that you’re trying,” she said. “Speaking of, did you remember to pay the bills yesterday?”

Bobby nodded. “All I had to do was say it aloud and Eileen reminded me when the time came. She’s great. I won’t forget anything now.”

“Well, what’s the point of remembering anything then?”

She glanced at the stitches on his neck covering up where her father had put Eileen. “Are you putting in any effort yourself, or is she just remembering everything for you?”

Bobby furrowed his brows. “Of course I’m putting in effort. Why wouldn’t I be?”

“I dunno, Bobby. Just asking.” She finished her meal and put her plate in the sink. “I gotta go.” She kissed him on the forehead. “I’ll see you tonight. Remember to water my plants before you go to work.”

“Eileen, remind me to water Dia’s plants before I go to work.”

“Reminder set,” Eileen’s voice chimed. Bobby smiled at Obsidia. She smiled back and left.

He finished his meal and put his plate in the sink. He quickly got dressed and ready for the day. He looked at himself in the mirror as he readied to head out. He was wearing his all-black Reggie’s Diner uniform and a fake smile on his face. “Hi, I’m Bobby, your waiter, how can I help you today,” he practiced. His smile was quickly replaced with a frown.

He walked to the front door to leave when his phone dinged.

“Reminder: water Dia’s plants before you leave to work,” Eileen’s soft voice said.

“Thank you, Eileen.”

He grabbed the small plastic watering can from beside one of the plants and watered Obsidia’s two plants, money trees or Cash and Rich as she had named them. He left the house with his eyes on his phone, excited that Eileen helped him out once again.


“You look exhausted,” Dr. Jenkins said as he entered the room, his clipboard in his hand. Bobby sat on the exam table, yawning and swinging his legs.

“How was the first week with her?” Dr. Jenkins said as he took a seat beside the table.

Bobby yawned. “For the most part. She’s a great help, I’ll tell you that. She’s always active, reminds me of things right when I tell her to, can look right back into my memory and give me what I want… Obsidia’s still doesn’t like her yet, but I think she’ll warm up soon.”

“What’s Dia’s problems with her?”

“Well, she doesn’t like that I’m so obsessed about Eileen. But, how can’t I be? This thing is revolutionary. Amazing.”

“Maybe you’re not giving Dia enough attention”

“But I am! I’m trying to make her like Eileen, but she’s just not happy with her. But, what truly matters is that I’m remembering everything now. Eileen’s keeping me in check.”

“Maybe, Obsidia thinks that you’re relying too much on Eileen. I presonally think that you should get a planner to write things down in. Then, you’ve organized yourself and you only have to use Eileen when you truly need to.”

“Well, if I did that, what’s the need of her at all?”

Dr. Jenkins shrugged. “To help you out presently so that you don’t screw up your future, I guess. Regardless, you need to make sure that you’re still using your own mind, Bobby. The brain is something that you don’t want to go to waste. You can’t have a machine doing all the work for you now, can you?”

“I guess you’re right.” Bobby looked away from Dr. Jenkins.

Dr. Jenkins looked down at the clipboard in his hands. “I saw that you’ve been writing about sleep problems lately.” His eyes went back to Bobby. “Tell me about them.”

“Well, I haven’t been getting good sleep lately. And I haven’t been having dreams either. I’m sleeping, but my body isn’t restoring as it should be. I fall asleep with my eyes closed, but Obsidia says I've been sleeping with them open and that it’s creeping her out.”

“Do you have any evidence of this on Eileen?”

“Yeah, but it’s just me staring at stuff in the room.” He pulled out his phone anyway. “Eileen, show me last night during my sleep.”

The screen showed what Bobby had promised: a view of the ceiling which went to a view of Obsidia, her eyes open on Bobby.

“Bobby, can you please close your eyes?” she said.

They heard Bobby snore.

Bobby ended the memory and looked up from his phone to Dr. Jenkins. “There it is.”

Dr. Jenkins looked into Bobby’s heavy eyes. “I think you should take a week off of Eileen. Get some good rest.”

“She doesn’t have an off button.”

“I know, but there is another way to turn her off.”


The doctor pinched two of his fingers together. “Extraction. Eileen is supposed to be getting a new update in a few days which will allow her to be turned off via an app. Maybe just take her out until then.”

Bobby sighed and tried to alter the subject. “What else is in the update?”

“Access to the TV. They’re calling it EileenTV… very original. I’d have to have people go to your place to set it up.”

“How about this then, I’ll wait until the update and then when it comes you can have the people set up the TV and I’ll turn Eileen off from the app. Then, we don’t have to worry about taking her out or putting her back in or anything like that, which I’d really rather not go through again.” Bobby rubbed his stitches and feigned a pain.

“Bobby, I think you should take her out now.”

“But, what if I need to remember something?”

“Write it down. You also have a phone which you can put your own alarms on as well if need be.”

“Doc, personally, I don’t think I need to take a break. I’ll be fine.”

“Bobby, this isn’t about you thinking you’ll be fine. This is about your health. You need to sleep.” The doctor turned back to his clipboard.

“Trust me, I’ll be fine. It’s only a few days. Besides, you said that Eileen’s not active during updates anyway, so I’ll sleep during then. When I wake up, I’ll turn her off and bam! More sleep. No Eileen for a week, I promise. It’ll be great. You don’t gotta worry about a thing.”

“I’m going to tell Obsidia all that. She’ll make sure you turn Eileen off.”

“Isn’t that against doctor-patient confidentiality?”

“I’m willing to break that to ensure you stay healthy.” Dr. Jenkins touched Bobby’s hand. “You’re not just my patient, Bobby. I’d hate to see Obsidia or you harmed by this in any way.”

Bobby exhaled. “Fine. Go ahead and tell her. I’ll make sure to turn it--”

“BOBBY!” The scream startled Bobby. He looked up from his phone at Obsidia. His eyes were much heavier than before. He was exhausted, barely able to hold up his head. “What?”

“Will you stop watching that memory? You’ve been watching it over and over again for the past hour.”

“What?” He looked down at the phone to see Dr. Jenkins talking to the past him. “When’d I?”

“How long…?” He looked up at their TV. “Did they update Eileen yet?”

Obsidia rolled her eyes. “Cheese and Rice, of course they didn’t. That’s tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow?” He looked down at the phone.

“Doc, I personally, I don’t think I need to take a break. I’ll be fine,” he heard his past self say from his phone before the memory abruptly ended and the screen went black. A white replay button appeared in the certain of the screen.

“I don’t. I’m fine,” Bobby responded to the memory.

“Turn her off, Bobby. Go get some sleep,” Obsidia said.

“What about the update?”

Obsidia looked at her own phone. “It’s in a couple minutes. Eileen will turn off and you can finally peacefully sleep. Then, when you wake up, I want you turn her off for a whole week like you promised.”

Bobby nodded. His eyes shut, then quickly jolted back open. He didn’t know if it was him or Eileen doing this. He tried to rise from the couch. He couldn’t lift himself up. He looked to Obsidia. “Can you help me?”

Obsidia went to his side and helped him up from the seat.

“Do I have work tomorrow?” Bobby asked.

“Uh huh,” Obsidia responded. “Your boss called today.”


“You weren’t there like you should’ve been. I told her how sick you’ve been and she let you have a pass.”

“Thank you.”

“No problem,” Obsidia said again. “And you didn’t pay Jerry today either.”


“The landlord, Bobby.”

“Oh. Sorry.”

“Don’t worry. I paid him.” She led him down the hall to their bedroom. “Almost there.”

“Yup. Almost--”

“Updating,” Eileen said. Her voice was like a whisper in Bobby’s ear, a beautiful song as if sung directly from a siren’s mouth.

His brain stopped, then his body. He fell limp in Obsidia’s arms. Everything went black.


Eidetic Corp Journal – Bobby Xiang

Day 16,

Obsidia still hates Eileen. Ever since the update, or what she calls the “shutdown,” she’s been forcing me to turn Eileen off. I turn her back on when she leaves. Dr. Jenkins thinks that I should keep her off for good too, but we settled on only keeping her off at night. I haven’t broken that promise. They’re both right about needing restorative sleep, and I was wrong for not noticing that for so long. I can honestly say that I missed my dreams. I need my sleep. It helps the brain.

EileenTV is amazing. Nothing better than watching your memories on the big screen. Obsidia is “letting” me have Eileen back come the end of the week. I think she knows that I’m still using Eileen. That’s probably why she hasn’t “allowed” me to use her for two weeks instead of one… She’s smarter than I am, but my memory is a lot better than hers will ever be. She wants me to get rid of Eileen, but I can’t do that. She’s too helpful.

I’ll make Obsidia happy though. Our four-year anniversary is coming up in two days. I can’t wait. She’s going to be excited to get her gift.


“You missed it,” Obsidia said. “You fricking missed it.”

Bobby looked at her from his seat on the couch in front of the TV. “Missed what?”

“What are you watching?” She looked at the TV. She saw his journal entry for “Day 16” spread across it, the words appearing as the past him typed them. When the memory was finished, it restarted.

“Bobby,” she started.

“What’d I miss?” he repeated.

“We had a dinner date tonight. For our anniversary.”

“Nah, that’s tomorrow.” He pointed at the screen. “Says so there.”

They stared at each other in silence for a second.

Bobby stood up. “Do you really want your present that bad? I can get it for you now if you want?”

Obsidia got closer to him. “Where’s your phone?”

“I can get you your present. Or you can wait. Our anniversary’s tomorrow. I told Eileen to remind me.”

“She did,” Obsidia said. “This morning.”

“What?” Bobby was confused. “Eileen, did you remind me that my anniversary was today?” There was no need to hold the phone anymore. The TV heard him… Technology had always amazed him.

“I cannot find such a recollection in your memory,” Eileen said. Her voice came through the TV speakers, still soft.

“See!” Bobby said.

“She doesn’t remember it because you don’t!” Obsidia’s nostrils flared. “Where’s your phone?”

He glared at her. “Why?”

“I just want to see it.”

“You want to turn Eileen off, don’t you?”

“No… I just want to see your phone.”

“And you didn’t give it to her?” It was Dr. Jenkin’s voice.

Bobby looked up at him. “Excuse me?” Bobby was sitting on the exam table in front of the doctor. “How’d I…”

“Bobby, you need to get some rest.” Dr. Jenkins’ eyes peered deeply into Bobby’s.

“How’d I get here?”

Dr. Jenkins looked at Bobby, concern on his face. “I really think you should turn Eileen off for good. It’s obvious that she is less helpful than we presumed.”

“That’s it, Bobby!” Obsidia screamed.

Bobby stood in front of her, the journal notes of Day 16 scrolling down the TV as she fumed. Dr. Jenkins was no longer there. Bobby glanced around the room. He’d never felt more confused in his life. “What’s it? What’s going on here?”

“Us! We’re done! We’re over! We’re—”

“She didn’t break up with you, Bobby. You’re remembering it wrong,” Dr. Jenkins said.

He was back on the exam table. Only him and the doctor. Bobby grabbed his head. He had a splitting headache. He felt tears start to pour from his eyes, but he wiped them away quickly.

“No. I’m not,” Bobby said.

Dr. Jenkins looked down at the clipboard. “You wrote that she tried to take your phone from you but could not when you pushed her away. You wrote that, afterwards, she decided to call me up for an emergency appointment, and now we’re here.” He waved his hand as if to signal their presence and Bobby looked around.

They were in his kitchen sitting at his island. Obsidia watched him from across it. Dr. Jenkins wasn’t wearing his usual attire, now dressed only in a t-shirt and jeans. He didn’t hold a clipboard, but instead was sitting in front of Bobby’s laptop.

“Where am I?” Bobby said. “I…” He quickly examined the room. “I was in the doctor’s office. How’d I…” He looked to his wife and her father.

Dr. Jenkins turned to Obsidia. “I think we need to extract her.” He turned to Bobby and they were back in the doctor’s office, a scalpel in the doctor’s hands as he leaned over Bobby’s head.

“No!” Bobby screamed. He grabbed the scalpel, turned it, and thrust it back at Dr. Jenkins’ neck.

Bobby’s eyes flew open. He shook himself and looked around. He was in bed. Obsidia was sleeping next to him. He and the bed were drenched in sweat.

“Dia,” he whispered to her.

“I’m right here.” Her voice came from behind him. He turned and noticed that he was sitting on the couch watching what he had just been through play over and over on the TV. He saw her behind him in her pajamas, her hair tied up in a scarf. She yawned. “Turn Eileen off, hon. It’s time to go to bed.”

“Your dad,” Bobby started. “Is he okay?”

“Of course. Your memory’s just… trash. I think Eileen’s really screwing it up. You should honestly consider getting rid of her.”

“I thought I killed him.” He couldn’t hold it back. Wet tears and snot cascaded down his face. “I don’t know what’s real and what’s not anymore.”

“Honey.” Obsidia rushed to him. She sat next to him and put her arms around him. He cried into her shoulder.

“Your father--”

“He’s fine and you have an appointment with him tomorrow. Tell him all about it. He’ll help you.” She separated them and looked into his eyes. “But you need to turn Eileen off for now. Just for the night. Okay?”

He listened and wiped his face with the back of his hand. He pulled his phone out of his pocket, went to the Eileen app, and turned her off. He exhaled and felt bliss for a few seconds. He looked into his wife’s eyes and she grinned.

“It’s late. You should go to bed. You can turn Eileen back on in the morning.”

“I don’t know if I want to,” he said.

She smiled at that. “Then maybe you should get her out.” She stood up, one of his hands in hers. “Come on. Let’s go.”

“Dia,” Bobby started.


“Did I miss our anniversary?”

She laughed. “No. Of course not.” She holds up her left hand where the small, yet shiny, engagement ring bedazzled her finger. Bobby smiled. Moissanite, he thought. It was the best of the fake diamonds, shinier and much cheaper. It was all that Bobby could afford. He wondered if he had told her that in his tired state.

“That’s good. That’s great.” He rose from the couch and kissed her.

“Come on, hon. Let’s go to bed.” She started to lead him to the bedroom, but he stopped.

“Wait. I have to do the journal first. Have to end every night with it, right?”

She smiled. “Of course. Your laptop’s on the island. I’ll see you in the morning.” She kissed him and walked to the bedroom.

“Night,” he said as he watched her leave.

“Night.” She entered the room, and her body was swallowed into the darkness.

Bobby went to the island and sat in front of the laptop. He opened and unlocked it, and went right to the journal. He looked at the last entry: Day 39.

 He felt his heart drop. “I’ve missed so much.” He held back more tears as he opened a new journal page and began to type.

Eidetic Corp. Journal – Bobby Xiang

Day 41,

I’m getting rid of this thing. I’ve had enough. I don’t know what is and isn’t true anymore. I don’t know what actually happened in the past or what is happening presently. Eileen destroyed my memory. I’ve missed the last 25 days of my life, maybe more, to her, and I don’t know what happened in any of them. I’m getting rid of this thing tomorrow. Nice knowing you, Eileen. It was fun in the beginning, but this thing does not work.

He stopped typing, read it over, and submitted it. He closed the laptop and rose from the island. He entered his bedroom, put his phone on the bedside table and got into bed beside his wife. She was already sleeping. He closed his eyes and relaxed for once in a long time.

His phone dinged as he was finally falling into his dreams. He exhaled. He rolled over, grabbed his phone, and looked at it. His screen had an email notification on it. He looked at the sender’s name: Eidetic Corp. He opened it.


Mr. Bobby Xiang,


I am Gerard Moriarty, the President of Eidetic Corp. We have reviewed your latest journal entry and believe that you should rethink your decision. You are one of the few still loyal test subjects and it would be a shame for you to back out so soon. If you are so adamant to have Eileen removed, it may be worthwhile to talk with us first. Please, come and visit us at our local residence at 325 Postulate Road.


If you come to meet us, we can supplement you with the next best update for Eileen right away. We do apologize for the bugs in the system recently, but our next update will fix them. Please, come visit us. We’ll reward you graciously if you continue this process for us. If you have any questions, email me back at I hope to hear from you soon.


Have a blessed night,

Gerard Moriarty


Bobby read over the email a couple times before closing it and putting the phone back on the table. He rolled back over to face his wife and watched her as she slept. When he blinked, she was gone and he was alone. Before he had the time to freak out, another blink brought her back. You’re seeing things, he thought to himself. It’s just side-effects from Eileen. You’re fine. He took a couple breaths and closed his eyes. Tomorrow would be a better day.


He hadn’t remembered driving at all in the past few weeks, yet that didn’t hinder his memory on how to drive. It was odd at first, but he quickly got used to it as he headed to the doctor’s office for what he had hoped to be one of his final Eileen meetings. There was no plan to contact Eidetic Corp. He didn’t care what they had to offer him. He wanted out.

Bobby drove along a long and mostly empty road, still exhausted from his cumbersome use of Eileen. His eyes closed for a second, and when he opened them he was driving off the road. He couldn’t get control of the car as it rolled towards a ditch. He hit it. The car flipped several times. He heard the car crash and crush and crunch. He felt the glass break and tear through his skin. He felt the imminent end of death.

“No,” he heard himself whisper. He looked up, and he was still driving, safe on the road. Side effects, he thought. Don’t worry about them.

Billboards loomed above. He rolled down the window, letting cool air in, and read them to try to stay awake. One caught his attention in particular. It had him from the chest up on it. The Bobby on the billboard was smiling down at the real one driving. Beside him were the words: Come to Eidetic Corp. We’ll give you all that your heart desires.

Bobby shook his head as he passed the billboard. There were several of them, all the same. All of Bobby’s eyes on the billboards were looking at the real him, following him. The last one struck him the hardest. It was Bobby, but he was no longer smiling. His face on the billboard was full of fear. The words next to him read: You’ve made your choice, so we’ve made ours. We’ll see you soon.

Bobby looked away. “Side effects,” he heard himself whisper. “Just side effects.”

He made it to the doctor’s safely.

“Bobby,” he heard Sandra say as he sat in the waiting room. He rose and tried to smile at her, but he couldn’t even feign a smile.

“You don’t look so good,” she said as he approached her.

“Yeah. I’m not feeling great. Trying to get this thing out of me,” he said, pointing to Eileen. She brought him back into the hallway. 

“I’m sorry.” She led him down towards the room. “I see you’re not with your fiancée this time? She was bragging so much about the ring to Dr. Jenkins.”

“Really?” Bobby said. “She’s not one to brag.”

Sandra grinned. “It sounded like bragging to me. I personally think I’d be a better choice than her. In another life, you’d be mine.”

“Pretty ballsy of you to say,” Bobby said. They stopped at the door to one of the rooms.

“Not ballsy if it’s true.” She winked, opened the door, and let him in the room.

“What do you mean?”

“I read that you broke up with her. Didn’t you?” Sandra smiled.

Bobby glared at her. “I didn’t think you were allowed to read my journal entries.”

“I work for Eidetic Corp. Why wouldn’t I be?”

Bobby rolled his eyes. “I didn’t break up with her. It was a faulty memory.”

“It wasn’t a memory. It was another life.”

“What do you mean?”

She rolled her eyes. “It happened, just not in this reality.” Bobby had no idea what she was talking about and he knew that she could tell by the look on her face. She didn’t press on. “Nothing’s changed since the last time?”


“Good. Dr. Jenkins will be in soon.” She closed the door behind her.

He waited on the exam table, his legs still and his eyes barely open. Dr. Jenkins opened the door and took one look at Bobby before frowning.

“I want it out,” Bobby said. “I want it out now.”

Dr. Jenkins nodded. “I read your journal entry last night.” He closed the door and sat down beside Bobby in a chair. “How bad has your memory been?”

“I honestly don’t remember anything since before day 16… I don’t even know if I remember that day.” He held back his tears. He didn’t want his future father-in-law to see him break down.

“You should’ve gotten rid of her before.”

“I know,” Bobby said. “Eidetic Corp. emailed me last night.” Bobby took out his phone and pulled up the email. He passed it to Dr. Jenkins who quickly read it to himself.

“Gerard Moriarty himself, eh. That’s amazing.” He looked up from the phone to Bobby. “You going to respond?”

“No. I just want this thing out. I don’t care what they say.”


There was a moment of silence between them before Bobby spoke up again. “There are side effects from not using Eileen.”

“Like what?”

“Last night, after I turned her off, I was lying in bed with Dia. I was looking at her and when I blinked, she was gone. But, when I blinked again, she was back. And on the way here I had this dream of me crashing and wrecking my car. And then there were these billboards--”


“Yeah. They all had me smiling on them next to the words, ‘Come to Eidetic Corp. We’ll give you all your heart desires.’ The last one was different. My face on that one looked like I was looking at a demon. This one said, ‘You made your choice, so we made ours. We’ll see you soon.’”

Dr. Jenkins wrote everything down. “Anything else?”

“That’s all I remember at the moment. Not much happened since last night.”

Dr. Jenkins nodded. “Are you sure these are side effects and not just exhaustion?”

“I felt my death in that car crash. I felt every tiny glass shard. It was as if it all happened.”

“As if you really died on the way here?”

Bobby nodded. “I’m honestly surprised I didn’t. It felt like it happened. Like it was real. This must be a side effect. There’s nothing else it could be.” He pointed at Eileen. “I want her out. Now.”

“I can do that for you. I’ll send some guys in to disconnect her from your TV sometime later on, and we can disconnect her from your phone right here. You’ll be wiped clean and back to the old you.”

The realization struck Bobby. He glanced down in disappointment. “Dia didn’t like the old me.”

“If she hadn’t she would’ve never moved in with you.” Bobby knew he was right. “Besides, she really doesn’t like the new you. Which one do you think she’d rather?”

Bobby smiled. “Take her out. I’m ready.”

Dr. Jenkins smiled. “I’ve been waiting to do this for quite a while.” He patted one of Bobby’s leg. “I’ll be right back.”


Peace and happiness. Bobby hadn’t felt either of these since he had first gotten Eileen. Now, free of her, he was blissful.

The side effects had left quickly. He had his last one on the way back home from the doctor’s after Eileen was taken out of him. It was another vision of him crashing the car and dying. But that was it. Everything was better now. Everything was back to normal.

Bobby put on his fast food uniform and checked himself out in the mirror. Obsidia entered the room and giggled.

“You tryin’ it on again to see if it fits?” she said. “You haven’t gained that much weight.”

“I haven’t gained any,” Bobby said, then looking in the mirror to see if his statement was correct. He had gotten chubbier. He didn’t know how he hadn’t noticed before. “I’m getting ready for work.”


“I work every Thursday, Dia. You know this.”

She looked away from him. “You were fired a couple weeks ago.”

Bobby scrunched his face. “Really?”

She nodded.  

“Damn.” He plopped down onto his bed. “Eileen really screwed me up.” His phone dinged from beside him. He grabbed it and looked at the email. It was from Eidetic Corp. He opened it.




You’ve made your choice. We’re sorry it had to come to this.


Gerard Moriarty


There was nothing else.

Bobby read the email again. “What the hell?”

“What is it?” Obsidia asked.

He sighed. “Nothing… Don’t worry about it.”

There was a knock at the door.

“I’ll get it,” Obsidia said. She walked out the room.

Bobby took off his uniform. He heard Obsidia open the front door.

“Hi. Are you Ms. Jenkins? Mr. Xiang’s girlfriend?” Bobby listened as he got up from the bed and went to his dresser to take out regular clothes.

“Yes. And who are you?”

“President Gerard Moriarty of Eidetic Corp. I’ve come to talk to your boyfriend about his Eileen. Is he here?”

Bobby quickly dressed himself.

“There’s nothing to talk about. He got rid of Eileen last night,” Obsidia said.

“Oh, did he now?” Bobby finished dressing. “I don’t think that’s true.”

“I did,” Bobby said as he exited the room. He saw Gerard, a taller and bigger man than himself. The man held his phone in his hand. Gerard smiled at him, one of his teeth shiny and golden.

“I don’t want to talk to you. So, please, leave,” Bobby said.

“No. I’m quite sure that you want to talk to me,” Gerard said. “There’s a lot you need to know.”

“I’d rather you leave. I’m not interested in Eileen anymore. I don’t want her.”

“Yet, you still have her.”

“No, I don’t.”

Gerard stared at Bobby. Obsidia turned and stared at him too.

“Bobby, your stitches are glowing,” she said.

Bobby felt his stitches. Eileen’s hard and tiny chip body was still inside. “But… I got her out.”

You didn’t. If you’d come with me I can explain everything to you.”

“Why can’t we talk right here?”

“There’s something I need to show you.” He brought a finger to his phone. “But I’d rather just talk to you when we get there. When there are more people to explain it.”

“What is there to explain?” Bobby said.

Gerard smiled and put his finger to his phone.

“Updating,” Eileen’s soft voice chimed. Bobby felt the back of his neck start burning. It was as if a fire spread through his entire body right from the chip and consumed him from the inside. He tried to scream but his throat was engulfed before he could even open up his mouth. He felt tears cascade down his face. He fell to the ground, his body overheating.

“Bobby!” Obsidia screamed. She ran to him.

He felt his eyes close. All sensation was lost.


Bobby opened his eyes. He was sitting at a circular table in a small meeting room, Gerard and a couple others, one man and one woman, sitting with him. Gerard was right across from Bobby, behind him a window which covered the wall and gave a look out at the other buildings. They were on an upper, possibly top, floor of a building. Bobby figured he had to be in Eidetic Corp. He wasn’t tied up or anything, he could leave here and run if he needed to.

“What’d you do with Obsidia?” he asked.

“She’s outside in the waiting room,” Gerard said. “She came with me after I told her I just needed to let you know what’s going on.”

“How the hell’d you convince her to come with you?”

“I’m pretty good at convincing people of things.” He smiled and his golden tooth shined.

Bobby’s neck burned where Eileen had been. He grabbed it. It was smooth. He didn’t feel Eileen or the stitches anymore.


“Be careful,” the woman said. “Don’t hurt yourself.” Bobby recognized her. It was Sandra.

“Why are you here?” he asked her.

“I told you that I was hired by them to be your nurse. I know you the best out of all of them,” Sandra said. “And I actually care about you. I convinced them to keep working with you.”

She touched his hand. He quickly withdrew his hand. “Don’t touch me.”

Bobby turned to the other man. He was broad chested and black. “And who are you?” Bobby asked.

“Justin Connors,” he said. His voice was deep and reverberated throughout the room. “VP of Eidetic Corp.”

Bobby looked at them and felt his neck again. “Where’s Eileen?”

“She updated!” Gerard said. “She’s in her final mode.”

“What do you mean, final mode?”

“We call it God Mode,” Justin said. “You and Eileen are connected. You don’t feel her, because you’ve infused with her. She’s one with you, now. There’s no getting rid of her.”

“How is that possible?”

Gerard smiled. “Technology is amazing. Isn’t it?”

Bobby stared at him for a second. “What have you don’t to me?”

“God Mode allows for true connection. A life longer than the average, possibly of infinite length. And the memory of infinite lives,” Sandra said.


“You’re a god now,” Gerard said. “You should be happy.”

“A god? How?”

“Eileen didn’t work the same with everyone,” Justin said. “Only with you and a few others.”

“And that locked you in for good,” Sandra continued. “You could never leave, even if you wanted to. She had you right from the beginning.”

“I don’t understand.”

“Bobby, to generally explain it, we’re a corporation that is currently testing hypotheses and theorems around memory. We want to master it and make it infallible. Find out all of its quirks. That’s why we needed test subjects like you who have bad memories,” Gerard said.

“Okay. And what exactly were you testing with Eileen?” Bobby asked.

“Have you ever heard of the Mandela Effect?” Gerard said.

“I’ve heard of it, but I don’t know what it exactly is.”

“It started off with Nelson Mandela when the news reported on his death, but everyone thought he had died long before that in prison. People began to notice many other things where they misremembered something, and this rose up into the belief that there are alternate realities to our own. The difference is that these realities are not the same, yet have some event which makes them different from ours. This event may be a slight change, like Mandela’s death, or a drastic change; such as if Hitler won World War II. Truthfully, as science puts it, we just have bad memory. Collective memory means nothing, memory overall is very easy to manipulate, and we are more fallible than not,” Gerard said.

“There are also these things called the multiverse and multiple timeline theories,” Sandra said. “They revolve around the same thoughts as the Mandela effect, that there are multiple universes, or timelines, where different events happened that changed our lives drastically. Some people believe that every single one of us is important enough to have multiple universes and timelines branch off of them. Others believe that it may be only significant events in time that cause such a thing.”

“We wanted to test both accusations,” Justin said. “Truthfully, we did not create Eileen to test this. We created Eileen to try to better and master our memories as it was advertised. After coming across people like you, though, we changed our initiative to see if people could have the power to change their lives and willingly go to different points in their lives. You, unlike most others, did.

“You jumped days and weeks, though we were hoping for months and years. Still, you missed many events in your life and had no recollection of them. Since you didn’t remember them, Eileen couldn’t supplement you with any information about them. She is still in beta, after all.”

“Not only this, but you jumped into different timelines where different events occurred, such as your break up with Obsidia,” Gerard said. “With your help, we’ve found that multiple timelines and universes are real. Yet, only certain people can access them. We’ve found four people out of our about two thousand test subjects throughout the country.

“Most of those test subjects dropped out. We went after those other few who were like you. We don’t know if Eileen herself made this all happen, or if this ability was always there and she just revealed it.”

 “We believe it may be a gene that decides it,” Sandra said. “If not, everyone would have the possibility to do this. For almost all others, Eileen did nothing more but help their memories. She didn’t give them weird side-effects or anything like that.”

 “We need to do more testing to find out what exactly happened,” Gerard stated. “But you did something great for us. And, because of that, Eileen made you a god. We hadn’t meant for any of this to happen, nor think that it was possible, but we stumbled upon the power and the gift she revealed.”  

“Our Mind-Vault collects all of the memories of the Eileen users. It allows us to be able to see things that we could never imagine before. We could see timelines, like roots of a tree just branching off from each other. With each grave choice or action one of you ‘gods,’ for lack of a better term, makes, it breaks itself. We watch it as it’s happening. We can see you jump in time and miss days and weeks. It’s amazing,” Sandra stated.

“With God Mode, you have full control. While we can view all of your memories, you are the one who has control of your time and life,” Justin said.

“What does this mean?” Bobby said.

“You can see timelines of different universes. You can see events that have happened in the past and will happen in the future. You will see everything,” Sandra said. “Try it out now. Just, think about it.”

 “Your thoughts aren’t normal anymore,” Sandra said. “What can happen has happened. History is written, whether that be in the future or past. And you have already documented it all through Eileen.”

“We see all,” Gerard stated. “But it’s too much to see. Too much to go through. We don’t have the time to go through even all of your lives alone.”

He closed his eyes, inhaled, and thought about life with Obsidia. Everything changed around him. He saw a happy life with Obsidia raising a baby with her complexion and his looks. He’s like me, Bobby knew. He doesn’t need Eileen. Bobby didn’t know if that scared or thrilled him. He could hear the sounds of both reality and the future at once. He focused for a second and his vision dissipated.

 “Best of all, we learned that you can swap places with any version of you in any timeline. That’s how you’ve survived. That’s why you still had Eileen,” Gerard said.

“When you die, your consciousness goes into a body of yours in a different timeline which is most similar to your current one. You become that version of you, though you don’t have that one’s memories. You died on your drives to and back from the doctor’s. Dying means nothing now, especially with God Mode. With your alternate selves, you are all and one. Dead and alive. Undead and immortal,” Sandra said.

Bobby stared at them. It was so much information at once, and he didn’t know what to do with any of it. “Can I change the past?”

Sandra nodded. “If you go into a version of yourself from the past, another root will break off from there, creating another alternate timeline. This root, though, has already been created. It’s already placed in time for you to go back to. This is why we believe there is an infinite amount. If you keep on going back in time, there’s no way that you could ever die. This gift makes destiny your bitch.”

“What if there’s a dead end somewhere?” Bobby said.

The three looked at each other.

“I’d guess the same,” Gerard said. “You just go back. Maybe the same timeline over and over? We don’t know.”

“How do I even trigger an event to happen or go back in time and stop everything?”

“You can’t stop anything. Every history that has happened has happened. You cannot go back any farther than before your existence. You cannot go any farther than your deaths. You are now one with Eileen. If you go back to before you had her, you will still be connected. You were always connected. She is your soul.” Gerard looked Bobby in the eyes. “You’re truly a god.”

Bobby was silent as he took it all in.

“Everything you’ve seen or been through was an act done by you or someone else in another timeline. The break up, the arguments, and even those billboards. Those, in fact, were done by another god. Or goddess, as she prefers to be called. She wanted more people like her, so she was doing all she could to get to you, able to go to a timeline where she could make those billboards. Other people saw them, of course, but in that timeline, it was common to see such a thing. Then she made sure you died on the way back.

“Gods like her agreed to work with us. We’d like you to do the same,” Gerard said. “This is the start of an amazing study. It would be great if you would join and help us with it.”

“What does this help entail?” Bobby said. “What’s stopping me from leaving this place for good.”

“Do you know how to swap places yet? I’d figure you’d like our help with that.” Justin said. “Yet, we don’t even know what the implications of that are. Such as, if you swap into your body as a baby, what happens to the baby’s prior consciousness? What happens to your body here?”

Bobby was silent. This was a job far riskier than he had thought.

“There’s a lot we need to know. The Mind-Vault already holds it all. Sadly, that’s too much information for a single machine to maintain, and too much for us at the corporation to go through. We’ve surmised that all timelines must have us in them in the same exact predicaments. If not, the Mind-Vault wouldn’t have worked. Eileen wouldn’t have worked. Maybe we were a fixed point in time that had to happen… We don’t know,” Gerard said.

“But we want to find out,” Sandra said. She put her hand upon Bobby’s again. “Join us. Work for us. We pay very well, and you’ll be able to test out your new gift. You’ll be able to live an infinitely long life. You’ll be able to live many lives. Even one with me.”

Gerard side-eyed Sandra as Bobby withdrew his hand from hers once again.

“You and Obsidia will never be separate if you so wish, though Eileen will probably not work for her as she had for you,” Gerard said.

“We want to find out what causes this. We need to find out if it’s genetic. And we need your help to do this; to solve the biggest case in science. We’d love your help,” Justin said.

“It’s genetic,” Bobby stated. “I know for a fact.” He looked to each of them, one at a time. They smiled at him, amazed. “I’ll help out on a couple conditions.”

“What?” Gerard asked.

“I want a better place for Obsidia and I to live, and I want you to pay for my college expenses,” Bobby said. “I’m going to be a doctor even if I have to die to do it.”

“Deal,” Gerard said. “Anything for you. Thank you.”


Bobby learned immediately that time was relative and memories were fallible. Even if he remembered a memory incorrectly, he could return to a time where it was true. He could go as far back as the beginning of his life all the way to any of his many deaths at will. He didn’t know his other futures or pasts, but he could make them up with ease. With so much leeway for them, he could make anything his destiny if it was realistic enough. Life and time usually tied people down, but it could no longer do that to him. There was so much to learn, and so much that he’d never learn. But he didn’t care. He was free.

In all of their timelines where Obsidia and Bobby stayed together, they had two kids: one named Christopher and another named Victoria. Never more never less. Bobby found out that some points in time were fixed. Obsidia always got pregnant around the same time, for that was something that Bobby couldn’t change. There were times that compelled him to act a certain way despite what he wanted to do. Thus, he learned that while there was freedom, there was also destiny. And destiny had him in its clutches. If destiny existed, then free will could not, but Bobby felt freer now than ever before.

In most of his free time, he tried to answer questions for Eidetic Corp. He learned that body swapping killed his original body. By leaving it, there was nothing for the body to cling to or keep it living. And the “Bobby” in the body he entered would be forced out; dead to the world just like Bobby’s “old” body. He hated it, but he did it for Eidetic Corp., and whenever he screwed up with work or Obsidia or something else. He’d leave that timeline with a dead him, leaving Obsidia and the kids, and start a new one. It was the most selfish thing he could ever do, but with so much power and no one to stop him, he could do whatever he wanted.

There came a time when he was tired of it all, tired of living and swapping, but he couldn’t stop. If he died, he’d be sent to another history. The only way to truly die would be to go through each and every history, if that was even possible. Freedom and bliss became hell. Without death, there was no purpose to life. No incentive to push him or the other gods forward, for time was limitless. Yet, they were not the future. They were only the beginning.


After everything, there still came times that filled Bobby with the want to venture back and relive pivotal moments in his life that changed it forever. Events that gave him hope and the want to continue his life. He favored one day in particular. For what was probably the millionth time, he went back to it once again in a timeline almost identical to the one it had come from, evacuating and killing the soul in that body to make space for his own.

Bobby laid in his bed, his body relaxed as sleep lifted from it.

He opened his eyes as sun pooled in from a window and warmed his entire body. A smile covered his face.

“Good morning, Bobby,” he heard. The soothing female voice came from his phone on his dresser. He couldn’t help but to smile.

“Good morning, Eileen.”


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