Her Frequency

Among the many faculties I have cultivated, a remarkable memory stands foremost—one enabling me to capture and replay every sensory detail encountered, though initially selective, filtering only those events steeped in emotional weight. Yet, this gift came at a cost; overstimulation brought migraines and shifted my focus from narrow interception to encompassing awareness, like a rock amidst a swirling stream. Others jested I might harbor secrets on all around me, yet I reserved such knowledge for lessons and tactics. This eidetic recall proved invaluable, especially in engineering tasks demanding swift mastery of complex manuals. Over time, I became an open book, albeit with mental compartments guarding what must remain private, forged through years of trial. A shadow darker still emerged—a whispered accusation of stalking, uttered perhaps in fevered sleep, haunting my name without foundation, yet addressed by those vigilant in silence. In lighter moments, a colleague jested that “stalk” and “plant” share code, reflecting the intricate branching of human thought and relationships—nuances that defy simple translation. Amidst these challenges, my trusted companion Em, now nearing her own journey’s end, observes and supports, even as hidden watchers track my every move in the name of care. Science beckons, drawing me into the realms of quantum and neural mysteries, where synapses flicker beyond mortal ken, striving for precision akin to nature’s finest hunters. Heartbeats synchronize, signals entwine, and amid this intricate dance, I embrace the marvel of mind and soul, standing resolute—Semper Supra!