Okay yeah he needs up, hyup—

He bumps into someone.

—huh??

It seems that he and Doyoon pushed their beds together last night and Doyoon is sleeping soundly next to him.

...did they fuck. Did he and Doyoon have sex and Peter has no recollection of it. He is completely naked, lifting the covers reveals that so is Doyoon—

(God he's hot)

—but he thinks he'd remember if they'd fucked???? At the very least he did not bottom, that he'd still be feeling if he had, but also he was almost certainly not sufficiently sober to be able to do anal—

—he can figure it out later. Maybe Doyoon will remember it. Did he acquire Doyoon's number, yes he did, okay, hyup, he needs to take a shower and get dressed and go his class is at 9:30 and he does not want to be late for his first class.

Well, is he getting a car or walking?

Why would he get a car. Narration, what is wrong with you. He's walking, it's right there, he can just jog and not be late.

Just asking!

He thinks he's still kind of out of it, though, because he barely sees time pass while jogging. It feels like one minute he's at the house and the next he's on campus.

Anyway, he is in fact not late, so he'll go have his First Class At Uni.

He feels like he's missing something.

What the hell just happened.

Is he still drunk? Was that beer spiked with something? What the fuck just happened.

Okay, no, chill for a moment. Let's think about this. This campus is pretty and he doesn't have any more classes today (???) so he can walk to that stone bench over yonder and sit on it and let the spring sun warm him.

Why is it spring. Shouldn't it be summer. Don't terms start in summer. Thinking about it he knows that terms can start whenever (huh??) but in his bones he's surprised that it's spring.

He's been surprised a lot, hasn't he, since yesterday.

So, he had class. He went to class. Class was supposed to have some content an events, he should've met people, should've at least met his professor. 

Instead, his brain is informing him that he went to class, and he learned some stuff, sort of in the same way he remembers first grade. Like, it must've happened, but it's not like he recalls any specific individual days. Except that makes sense for memories over a decade old and it does not make sense for something that happened just now.

...wait. Decade...?

OK hang on. Pause. Time out. He thinks he might be having a stroke. He needs to Siimgle stroke symptoms.

Numbness, no; confusion, yes, kind of, but very object-level; speech, he seems able to produce it, he can watch a SimTube video and understand it, he can flag a passerby to ask them for where the local cafeteria is and hold a normal conversation; vision is alright; no dizziness to speak of; yes headache but that's just his hangover; no nausea; other than somehow missing the entire memories of class his consciousness seems fine.

Okay. Probably not a stroke? But something is wrong because he seems convinced that his age is young adult and that he will become an adult in approximately four weeks and then become an elder approximately six weeks after that and then die somewhere between one and three weeks after that. He seems to have this confident belief that he has twelve weeks left to live. He seems to believe that he is less than eight weeks old.

What the fuck. What the fuck!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

His mental model of the world seems to include a word for a "year". That word seems to have a double meaning in that it means four weeks or a much larger number of days, like hundreds. His brain is informing him that the latter feels correct and the former is correct.

Siimgle seems to think a year is four weeks.

But that cannot. Actually. Be true.

It cannot, actually, be true that he only has twelve weeks to live. Twelve weeks!!!! A week is seven days!!!!! He just had a day just now!!!!!!!!

He can't die in twelve weeks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

No, pause again. He needs to have a human conversation with a real human.

...a real... Sim...

Why is Siimgle called that. Why is SimTube called that. Why is Simpedia called that. Why are there so many websites and companies named after the word this language has for people. Why does he seem to feel like there should be multiple languages in the world! Why can't he think of any! Why does he even have a concept for what a language is if there is only one!!!!!!

He needs to have a real conversation with a real person whatever they may be called and he lives in a frat house and those have as many as several people in them so he will walk briskly home.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA WHY WAS THERE A FRAME SKIP WHY DID HE NOT EXPERIENCE ANY THINGS WHILE WALKING HOME AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

"...dude, you okay?" asks a Doyoon who looks like he was about to leave for class.