Amnesiacs were a hell of a wild time. Imagine waking up one day and all you know, if that, is your name. If you think about it, at that point you're a blank slate. In fact, the old you is literally dead.
You see...the human body was quite similar, if not directly comparable to a computer. You need a CPU, a GPU, a Motherboard, a Case, Dedicated RAM, a power supply and storage in order to have a fully functioning computer. You also needed a cooling system but while you could still make a comparison it was irrelevant.
The Central Processing Unit, or CPU for short, would be your brain, regulating all the systems in your body. The GPU would be your physical capabilities. Your physical specs. Reflexes, speed, strength. Basically your muscles and reaction time. Your ability to adapt and do things. For example...lets take an example from the world during a more simple time. Person A could be compared to say an RTX 3080 GPU if he was able to do anything person B could do a million times better and faster, as person B just has a GTX 970. Person B would feel comparatively worthless and pathetic as he simply doesn't compare. Though if Person A had a Garbage CPU, then he'd be able to sprint like a god for a few seconds then fall flat on his face and maybe die of a heart attack.
Anyway. What I was getting at is...fundamentallythe identity of your computer doesn't lie in it's specs...but in it's data storage.
If you had years of images, games, data, work, art or whatever on it, It would look drastically different then it would if you wiped the drive clean. It would all be gone and you have to start over from zero. Your computer had amnesia. It's data and memory CAN be recovered. But then again, you might just choose to leave it that way and start fresh.
The only difference is the computer can't wonder what it was like before it's memory was wiped...but a human can.
This wasn't the first time I dealt with these kinds of people...or people in a coma either...
The green haired beauty stared down at the English man in a coma with her sharp and deep golden eyes as she rested her hands on his abs, gently shaking her hips on his erection which she provoked with physical contact. She wore a black spaghetti strap tank top which exposed her midriff and nothing else. Her soft, wet, spotless pussy brushed against his head as she circled her hips above his meat. "I think I've been patient enough...Right Jackie~?" She said sweetly before smiling and slamming her hips down on his meat. She winced and inhaled sharply as his size was quite something. She bit her lip hard, eyes closed, trying not to make too much noise. "Damn...Imma start calling you Beef from now on..." She grunted a bit before slowly raising her hips and dropping them again. "Clop~ Clop~ Clop~!" The sound of her fat ass slapping down against his thighs echoed throughout the private hospital room as she slowly picked up the pace. "C'mon big guy...Wake up would ya...? I'll start biting...if you don't...!"
You see...the human body was quite similar, if not directly comparable to a computer. You need a CPU, a GPU, a Motherboard, a Case, Dedicated RAM, a power supply and storage in order to have a fully functioning computer. You also needed a cooling system but while you could still make a comparison it was irrelevant.
The Central Processing Unit, or CPU for short, would be your brain, regulating all the systems in your body. The GPU would be your physical capabilities. Your physical specs. Reflexes, speed, strength. Basically your muscles and reaction time. Your ability to adapt and do things. For example...lets take an example from the world during a more simple time. Person A could be compared to say an RTX 3080 GPU if he was able to do anything person B could do a million times better and faster, as person B just has a GTX 970. Person B would feel comparatively worthless and pathetic as he simply doesn't compare. Though if Person A had a Garbage CPU, then he'd be able to sprint like a god for a few seconds then fall flat on his face and maybe die of a heart attack.
Anyway. What I was getting at is...fundamentallythe identity of your computer doesn't lie in it's specs...but in it's data storage.
If you had years of images, games, data, work, art or whatever on it, It would look drastically different then it would if you wiped the drive clean. It would all be gone and you have to start over from zero. Your computer had amnesia. It's data and memory CAN be recovered. But then again, you might just choose to leave it that way and start fresh.
The only difference is the computer can't wonder what it was like before it's memory was wiped...but a human can.
This wasn't the first time I dealt with these kinds of people...or people in a coma either...
The green haired beauty stared down at the English man in a coma with her sharp and deep golden eyes as she rested her hands on his abs, gently shaking her hips on his erection which she provoked with physical contact. She wore a black spaghetti strap tank top which exposed her midriff and nothing else. Her soft, wet, spotless pussy brushed against his head as she circled her hips above his meat. "I think I've been patient enough...Right Jackie~?" She said sweetly before smiling and slamming her hips down on his meat. She winced and inhaled sharply as his size was quite something. She bit her lip hard, eyes closed, trying not to make too much noise. "Damn...Imma start calling you Beef from now on..." She grunted a bit before slowly raising her hips and dropping them again. "Clop~ Clop~ Clop~!" The sound of her fat ass slapping down against his thighs echoed throughout the private hospital room as she slowly picked up the pace. "C'mon big guy...Wake up would ya...? I'll start biting...if you don't...!"