You also have tentacles now. Six of them, which are retractable and emerge from holes in your back. And a long tongue. And plates of shell-like material on your shoulders and head. Like a helmet. Both of them have ridges and small spikes, and some of the spikes on the head plate are broken.
Ignoring the alien parts, your body is very similar to what a male human body would be.
You also know that this body's species is hermaphroditic, and despite the external circumstances, you can actually get pregnant, give birth, and lactate. Which you've done several times before, actually.
You are now much taller! Almost twice your previous height – a little less than two meters tall. This is considered to be almost exactly median.
You also have another person's memories.
Your name, or rather, the previous person's name, was Prilas Jailil Vunam. You also know that Prilas is your given name, whereas Jailil and Vunam are your birthing-parent and impregnating-parent's names respectively. That's how names work here.
You are the owner of an orchard, a relatively large and old one, and it is situated on a plain six hours away from Kosfor City by drone carriage. Shorter if you take the steam locomotive.
Your orchard is one square kilometer, and it has really old trees, many older than you, which are the full height variety – they're very tall now. It's kind of an ordeal to harvest them, and the full height and old layout of the farm (with greater spacing between trees) is less efficient land-wise. Also unlike new orchards, which tend to prefer monoculture for efficiency, your orchard grows all kinds of fruit, mostly stone fruit: growing cherries, almonds, peaches, but you know other fruits were grown here too.
Your other business is occasionally renting out your space for use by people in various events – the tall spaced-out trees might be inefficient but they are very beautiful, especially in bloom – but this is inconsistent, especially since you don't bother advertising it. It does mean that your drones and you have event-planning experience, though.
This world has industrial level tech but isn't very industrial, and their theoretical science is better than their engineering, since you have very cheap labor.
You have very cheap labor because you are eusocial, with Keepers having sterile drones who do all the labor. You are a Keeper.
You, or at least, your body, is one gross two dozen and five years old.
You have the feeling that more of his memories will be available to you when it's appropriate for them to be recalled.
You are lying down in a really comfortable and probably really expensive bed.
Your room is giving a vaguely ominous and brooding vibe, with the walls painted black and red, and everything else seeming to have the same color scheme.
You also have tentacles now. Six of them, which are retractable and emerge from holes in your back. And a long tongue. And plates of shell-like material on your shoulders and head. Like a helmet. Both of them have ridges and small spikes, and some of the spikes on the head plate are broken.
Ignoring the alien parts, your body is very similar to what a male human body would be.
You also know that this body's species is hermaphroditic, and despite the external circumstances, you can actually get pregnant, give birth, and lactate. Which you've done several times before, actually.
You are now much taller! Almost twice your previous height – a little less than two meters tall. This is considered to be almost exactly median.
You also have another person's memories.
Your name, or rather, the previous person's name, was Prilas Jailil Vunam. You also know that Prilas is your given name, whereas Jailil and Vunam are your birthing-parent and impregnating-parent's names respectively. That's how names work here.
You are the owner of an orchard, a relatively large and old one, and it is situated on a plain six hours away from Kosfor City by drone carriage. Shorter if you take the steam locomotive.
Your orchard is one square kilometer, and it has really old trees, many older than you, which are the full height variety – they're very tall now. It's kind of an ordeal to harvest them, and the full height and old layout of the farm (with greater spacing between trees) is less efficient land-wise. Also unlike new orchards, which tend to prefer monoculture for efficiency, your orchard grows all kinds of fruit, mostly stone fruit: growing cherries, almonds, peaches, but you know other fruits were grown here too.
Your other business is occasionally renting out your space for use by people in various events – the tall spaced-out trees might be inefficient but they are very beautiful, especially in bloom – but this is inconsistent, especially since you don't bother advertising it. It does mean that your drones and you have event-planning experience, though.
This world has industrial level tech but isn't very industrial, and their theoretical science is better than their engineering, since you have very cheap labor.
You have very cheap labor because you are eusocial, with Keepers having sterile drones who do all the labor. You are a Keeper.
You, or at least, your body, is one gross two dozen and five years old.
You have the feeling that more of his memories will be available to you when it's appropriate for them to be recalled.
You are lying down in a really comfortable and probably really expensive bed.
Your room is giving a vaguely ominous and brooding vibe, with the walls painted black, white and red, and everything else seeming to have the same color scheme.
You also have tentacles now. Six of them, which are retractable and emerge from holes in your back. And a long tongue. And plates of shell-like material on your shoulders and head. Like a helmet. Both of them have ridges and small spikes, and some of the spikes on the head plate are broken.
Ignoring the alien parts, your body is very similar to what a male human body would be.
You also know that this body's species is hermaphroditic, and despite the external circumstances, you can actually get pregnant, give birth, and lactate. Which you've done several times before, actually.
You are now much taller! Almost twice your previous height – a little less than two meters tall. This is considered to be almost exactly median.
You also have another person's memories.
Your name, or rather, the previous person's name, was Prilas Jailil Vunam. You also know that Paril is your given name, whereas Jailil and Vunam are your birthing-parent and impregnating-parent's names respectively. That's how names work here.
You are the owner of an orchard, a relatively large and old one, and it is situated on a plain six hours away from Kosfor City by drone carriage. Shorter if you take the steam locomotive.
Your orchard is one square kilometer, and it has really old trees, many older than you, which are the full height variety – they're very tall now. It's kind of an ordeal to harvest them, and the full height and old layout of the farm (with greater spacing between trees) is less efficient land-wise. Also unlike new orchards, which tend to prefer monoculture for efficiency, your orchard grows all kinds of fruit, mostly stone fruit: growing cherries, almonds, peaches, but you know other fruits were grown here too.
Your other business is occasionally renting out your space for use by people in various events – the tall spaced-out trees might be inefficient but they are very beautiful, especially in bloom – but this is inconsistent, especially since you don't bother advertising it. It does mean that your drones and you have event-planning experience, though.
This world has industrial level tech but isn't very industrial, and their theoretical science is better than their engineering, since you have very cheap labor.
You have very cheap labor because you are eusocial, with Keepers having sterile drones who do all the labor. You are a Keeper.
You, or at least, your body, is one gross two dozen and five years old.
You have the feeling that more of his memories will be available to you when it's appropriate for them to be recalled.
You are lying down in a really comfortable and probably really expensive bed.
Your room is giving a vaguely ominous and brooding vibe, with the walls painted black, white and red, and everything else seeming to have the same color scheme.
You also have tentacles now. Six of them, which are retractable and emerge from holes in your back. And a long tongue. And plates of shell-like material on your shoulders and head. Like a helmet. Both of them have ridges and small spikes, and some of the spikes on the head plate are broken.
Ignoring the alien parts, your body is very similar to what a male human body would be.
You also know that this body's species is hermaphroditic, and despite the external circumstances, you can actually get pregnant, give birth, and lactate. Which you've done several times before, actually.
You are now much taller! Almost twice your previous height – a little less than two meters tall. This is considered to be almost exactly median.
You also have another person's memories.
Your name, or rather, the previous person's name, was Paril Jailil Vunam. You also know that Paril is your given name, whereas Jailil and Vunam are your birthing-parent and impregnating-parent's names respectively. That's how names work here.
You are the owner of an orchard, a relatively large and old one, and it is situated on a plain six hours away from Kosfor City by drone carriage. Shorter if you take the steam locomotive.
Your orchard is one square kilometer, and it has really old trees, many older than you, which are the full height variety – they're very tall now. It's kind of an ordeal to harvest them, and the full height and old layout of the farm (with greater spacing between trees) is less efficient land-wise. Also unlike new orchards, which tend to prefer monoculture for efficiency, your orchard grows all kinds of fruit, mostly stone fruit: growing cherries, almonds, peaches, but you know other fruits were grown here too.
Your other business is occasionally renting out your space for use by people in various events – the tall spaced-out trees might be inefficient but they are very beautiful, especially in bloom – but this is inconsistent, especially since you don't bother advertising it. It does mean that your drones and you have event-planning experience, though.
This world has industrial level tech but isn't very industrial, and their theoretical science is better than their engineering, since you have very cheap labor.
You have very cheap labor because you are eusocial, with Keepers having sterile drones who do all the labor. You are a Keeper.
You, or at least, your body, is one gross two dozen and five years old.
You have the feeling that more of his memories will be available to you when it's appropriate for them to be recalled.
You are lying down in a really comfortable and probably really expensive bed.
Your room is giving a vaguely ominous and brooding vibe, with the walls painted black, white and red, and everything else seeming to have the same color scheme.
You also have tentacles now. Six of them, which are retractable and emerge from holes in your back. And a long tongue. And plates of shell-like material on your shoulders and head. Like a helmet. Both of them have ridges and small spikes, and some of the spikes on the head plate are broken.
Ignoring the alien parts, your body is very similar to what a male human body would be.
You also know that this body's species is hermaphroditic, and despite the external circumstances, you can actually get pregnant, give birth, and lactate. Which you've done several times before, actually.
You are now much taller! Almost twice your previous height – a little less than two meters tall. This is considered to be almost exactly median.
You also have another person's memories.
Your name, or rather, the previous person's name, was Paril Jailil Vunam. You also know that Paril is your given name, whereas Jailil and Vunam are your birthing-parent and impregnating-parent's names respectively. That's how names work here.
You are the owner of an orchard, a relatively large and old one, and it is situated on a plain six hours away from Kosfor City by drone carriage. Shorter if you take the steam locomotive.
Your orchard is one square kilometer, and it has really old trees, many older than you, which are the full height variety – they're very tall now. It's kind of an ordeal to harvest them, and the full height and old layout of the farm (with greater spacing between trees) is less efficient land-wise. Also unlike new orchards, which tend to prefer monoculture for efficiency, your orchard grows all kinds of fruit: guava, lychee, longan, and jackfruit, but you know other fruits were grown here too.
Your other business is occasionally renting out your space for use by people in various events – the tall spaced-out trees might be inefficient but they are very beautiful, especially in bloom – but this is inconsistent, especially since you don't bother advertising it. It does mean that your drones and you have event-planning experience, though.
This world has industrial level tech but isn't very industrial, and their theoretical science is better than their engineering, since you have very cheap labor.
You have very cheap labor because you are eusocial, with Keepers having sterile drones who do all the labor. You are a Keeper.
You, or at least, your body, is one gross two dozen and five years old.
You have the feeling that more of his memories will be available to you when it's appropriate for them to be recalled.
You are lying down in a really comfortable and probably really expensive bed.
Your room is giving a vaguely ominous and brooding vibe, with the walls painted black, white and red, and everything else seeming to have the same color scheme.
