I’m ready.

Very well, please proceed into the closest medical capsule.

Alan walked over and climbed into the capsule, sinking into the pool of what he now knew were nanomachines. He closed his eyes, and drifted into unconsciousness.

Chapter 10

Alan slowly opened his eyes, trying to remember where he was. His most recent memory jolted into place, reminding him exactly what had occurred before he’d undergone the procedure. He hadn’t remembered his memory being that good, and it wasn’t, at least not before whatever had changed. Alan grinned.

The capsule cover slowly rose, and Alan sat up, gazing about the room in surprise. The blank compartments on the walls now had digital tags clear as day, listing various chemicals, DNA samples, tools and other information. The Administrator had a tag as well, a simple miniature message bar that displayed: “Senior Executive 03821A3CC7, Titan Medic-Bay.”

Alan began to climb out of the capsule, and this time he truly saw. This must be what it was like for Eve. He could anticipate where his foot would land on the ground, the exact angle and force with which it would meet the floor. The effects that air resistance would have on his body as he moved through the air. The level of artificial gravity that was imposed in the ship. The material the floor was made of, and all of its properties. All this information suddenly was apparent to him, clear as day. He felt like a god.

Alan stepped out onto the floor, then promptly slipped, falling forward. Alan hurriedly thrust his hands forward to break his fall, but the angle was off, different than what he expected. His hands simply slowed the fall instead of stopping it like he intended. His head thudded onto the floor.

Dazed, Alan blinked, then recalled the series of events. He had stepped onto floor, then had taken his other foot out of the capsule, planning on balancing with precisely the right amount of force, timing it so he could use the forward momentum to then easily lift his other leg out of the capsule except—

Except your perception of time is now different, a voice sounded in his head.

It sounded similar to Eve in his mind, perhaps slightly deeper. The AI sensed that this change annoyed him, and reverted back to Eve’s normal voice. Alan knew that it did this without it ever saying anything. He was simply aware of the change.

Sitting on the floor, Alan waved his hand back and forth in front of him, trying to get a sense of how much his timing was off by. He tried to concentrate on the movement, ignoring all the equations that sprang into his head. He silently communicated with the new Eve, and came to the conclusion that his perception of time was maybe a tenth slower than it had originally been, which meant that he could react to things 10% faster. Apparently, he could also directly access all of Eve’s data, and the calculations she performed. That was how all the information about the room and gravity and what-not had appeared in his head.