Deja Vu

CONNOR

Core temperature stabilizing. Please wait…

Core temperature stable.

With barely even a thought, Connor dismissed the notification from where it had popped up in the upper right corner of his vision. Good. This was good.

He had left the dark, misty forest behind in favor of finding a warmer climate before his biocomponents began to fail from prolonged exposure to the below freezing temperatures. A simple inquiry had given him a direction, and so that was where he had gone. There was little about this place that he understood, but that did not stop the bay from boldly pressing on, examining this new, strange world around him all the while.

Occasionally he would halt his progress to simply observe the world, watching, scanning, and analyzing almost obsessively. Nothing here made much sense. No results from his scans or analysis came back with any helpful information. The flora, the fauna, the individuals who called this place ‘home’ were all strange and new and foreign. They were living beings, mortal, yet… So vastly different from the living beings that Connor was used to. Still he catalogued every discovery, storing every moment within his memory for future consultation.

How had he gotten here? Why could he not remember? Questions that desperately needed answers, and yet he was unable to find them. Despite a few hours in stasis to attempt to recover and sort through his corrupted files, the missing 42.5 hours of missing memory would not come back to him. It was disconcerting, to say the least, but he could function nominally without them. Perhaps if he could find some sort of technician to test his systems and software, he may have better luck.

Without a name for the province that he found himself in now, Connor could only call it what it was; the red mountains. He wandered aimlessly without a directive in mind, and simply let himself absorb and catalogue the hidden intricacies of the red mountains and the lush, blue-green meadow that he found himself in now. The grass, surprisingly tall and lush despite the cold season, brushed against his legs as he ambled through the meadow. The arid temperature was a welcome reprieve upon his biocomponents, and he let himself relax.

It was… Nice. He supposed.

LED cycling a steady, calming blue, Connor arrived at a little stream that babbled merrily through the meadow. Head turning slowly, mahogany eyes surveyed his surroundings, optics landing on a sorrel and flaxen shape across the stream. Without meaning to, he scanned it, receiving a vague description just as he had with the black stallion in the mist-forest.

Female. Fifteen-point-two hands. Age estimation: Fourteen-to-sixteen years. Potential threat level: low. Unable to help it, Connor frowned. His scans were still so vague…

Stepping up to the river, the bay straightened his posture, expression as earnestly inquisitive as he could manage. “Hello.”