Today, I've been trying to figure out, how I actually got to this place. It appeared like my memories faded away completely. When I took a quick look into my diary, I didn't recognized my own handwriting anymore and the letters seemed to be choosen by a stranger. My feeling tells me wrong, that I've never been at any other place but this. Everytime when I'm trying to remember the time before, I'm getting unbelieveable headache, as if something is blocking my neuromuscular end-plates of transfering transmitter substances within my brain. But while I'm forgetting things like the smell of fresh air or the taste of sweet strawberries, I'm almost automatically learning new stuff in no time at all. I got told, that it's because of the 'Incubus' learning the functions of my body and even improving them to supernatural skills, such as telekinesis and telepathy.
Every time again, I'm suprised by the authenticity of the other Infectees. If I wouldn't know it better, I'd believe them to be human. But maybe it's the humanity's purpose to provide us their organic cover. Myself, or at least what remained, is rather a a tool with a new owner. But the weird part is, that although I'm aware of the happenings, my actions stay voluntary and manageable. I somehow designed an understanding with the parasite, by what the 'Incubus' spares my consciousness of self and soul, the alien control. But it came at a high price. There's no return. It's time to step forward.