The Replacement Cycle

The first thing I noticed was not the memories. It was how everyone talked to

me like I was catching up. Right. I already told you that.

My friends laughed at jokes I did not remember making. My phone showed

conversations I had no memory of typing. Long ones, emotional ones,

all sent at three seventeen AM. I started writing things down so I would not

forget. But the notes kept disappearing. One night, my phone buzzed

with a storage warning. That is when I found the folder.

Hidden. Locked. Dated years into the past. Inside were videos