~*articulate what forever smoulders*~

You open the book. The contents are somewhat just like the original version, but the words, pictures, even the whole description and details of the book are not familiar to you. It's your journal. It used to contain the events of your life and your doings. Now it's completely filled with scientific quotes, diagrams, research and things you will never understand. One part contains the details and much information on the neurons and cells of your brain, other parts talk about bacteria, intelligent words and phrases that attract you in ways of fascination. You wish you could translate it somehow. The strange thing about this though, is that it's your handwriting.

You cringe.



You fell asleep as a man that had previously been jealous of a man's guitar, and has woken up to an unfamiliar life, as someone so profoundly intelligent, the levels of a professor.

You have now dicovered your identity in this new world.


Now what do you do?