Sadde knocks on Isabella's door at 7PM sharp.
Bus and Indian restaurant (it's not far from the Mexican place) and buffet! Most of the food is not hand-feedable, but there are kneeling cushions available, and Isabella can give Sadde bites of pakora.
"What's your schedule like this semiquarter?" he asks Isabella.
She pulls out her notebook and flips to the inside front cover, where she's copied it out with classes and mealtimes and unscheduled hours in a neat chart.
"It's incremental; I keep noticing improvements. I'll probably call it good enough to switch to another project in, mm, six months?"
"There's sort of degrees. I can get it to the point where I remember everything that's had my attention; I don't really need to be able to count the leaves on a tree I glanced at a year in the past."
"...how would that even work? Would you be able to... retroactively remember something you didn't pay attention to? Would that make you automatically pay attention to everything?"
"I think that's where eidetics overlap with postcognition, actually, which I will go into eventually but precog first."
"I'm still working on figuring out healing myself and messing with my age before I actually try on other people."
"Are you sure messing with your age when you're a teenager will generalize effectively to de-aging people who need that?"
"I'm not sure at all! But, uh, what I'm focusing on is kinda having my body be in a state I want it to be. Remember the splits metaphor? It's like the opposite of that."
"It's the opposite of the metaphor. Like, when I want to change something physically in my body it feels kinda like doing the splits. Making my body stay in a certain state or revert is like... un... doing the splits? Uh. Yeah the metaphor's not very good for this. And the difference might just be in my head."