Neural Augmentation

It has come to my attention that my beloved, with a tender and determined heart, has endeavored in subtle and ingenious ways to nurture the social fabric of my existence, gently guiding me towards a life shared with her and perhaps a future companion. This was revealed by a trusted colleague who, having observed my journey since the pandemic and our joint trials of fitness, informed me of a senior council’s continued surveillance—an oversight spanning years, cautious yet respectful, granting me the semblance of choice while charting my course. Such plans, though seldom declared, shadow each reenlistment, tethering one’s service to one’s enduring capacity. Concurrently, my beloved sought to mold me into the father she envisioned, laying groundwork for a lasting foothold in our shared destiny. Our dreams reached skyward, yearning for the uncharted vastness of space, a realm I feel physically and mentally prepared to endure. Yet, on parchment, my various diagnoses threaten disqualification, their gravity contested only by distant opinions—novices who, despite their zeal, lack the wisdom to sway such verdicts. The youthful mind’s boldness, often the cradle of innovation, challenges the rigid “one-size-fits-all” decrees that constrain us. I cherish my beloved’s efforts, for through her acts, the frozen barriers to connection began to thaw, allowing first words, first touches of warmth. It was a thoughtful gift, a fragile butterfly of hope, carried in pure intent, striving to sustain a bond too often fractured by walls—both physical and unseen—that compartmentalize knowledge and feeling alike.