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If there was one thing that astounded me about the Programmers, it was their ability to induce amnesia. I would never have believed how a sensitive and conscious person like myself with a marked interest in the occult could have been shrouded all these years without so much as an inkling. There were still fragments of memory which didn’t seem to fit my life in any way at all. Much of them were of technology, others of magic and nearly all of them were of the familiar “magic monks” of my childhood. Had there ever been a master plan right from the beginning, I suspect a destined breakthrough would at least be in the cards some time in the future. Then there would be answers. It was now 1994 and the lifelong yarn of hazy memories and bizarre dreams had suddenly started to take shape, albeit prematurely. For some reason, memories of seemingly uninteresting events from my past were striking back at me with a new clarity, revealing far more than I would have ever recalled. There was a particular time I remember at the age of about twelve or thirteen when I was taken ill once during school. I briefly remember being ushered into the medical room and left there to recover. Something about the event was unusual because at the time I seriously believed my illness was far worse than the staff at school had recognised. I vaguely remember laying there wondering why on earth they had left me. That was it as far as my conscious memories were concerned. I don’t even recall going back to normal lessons that afternoon but obviously I did. Years had passed and that dull incident hadn’t even crossed my mind any more. It wasn’t until thirteen years later, one evening in bed when drifting off to sleep (a common time for flashback memories) when something struck me about the event that I hadn’t thought of in years. The robed beings and everything, how did I ever manage to forget that. I sat up in bed with a jolt, recalling the true version of the incident and feeling gobsmacked as to why it had never occurred this way before. 25 A Leak in Pandora’s Box