Loggerhead

Sticky notes filled with to-do lists, pinned alongside a Foundation badge on the interviewee's chest.

Film cannot capture every corner of memory, but the marks left by handwriting embody the wisdom of someone battling amnesia for years.

Film rolls specially modified by Laplace, significantly differing in material, color, and weight from standard ones. These rolls are vital for the interviewee to form their daily memories and maintain a sense of identity.

The specific technology Laplace used to achieve this function has been buried within the vast "memories" of the interviewee. After searching fruitlessly for an hour, they declared it to be classified.

A durable crossbody bag used by the interviewee to store her "memory rolls," charging cables, and other essentials. Evident signs of wear suggest it has endured countless challenges. The interviewee remarked that anyone who can carry this bag might consider entering a weightlifting championship.

In the 1820s, people discovered the phenomenon of persistence of vision, making horses endlessly gallop on spinning strips of narrow paper.

In the 1870s, twelve cameras were aligned to capture exposure in one-thousandth of a second, stitching photographs into moving images.

By the 1880s, numerous inventors using varying methods but identical ingenuity created the tools of cinema. Paper reels, mirrors, lamps, hand-drawn frames at sixteen per second, and supple celluloid film … Audiences handed over their nickels in exchange for comedic tales told through fragmented scenes.

Inventions continued. Twenty-second clips became three-minute shorts, and shorts turned into longer films. What came next? Athletes, trains, dogs, or the sea? Eager eyes watched intently, unaware that a small piece inside the projector had awakened.

Gears pulled perforations, and film glided smoothly through her body, narrating an endless silver-screen world. Alongside the people ahead of the projector, she too marveled and anticipated each frame and every scene.

Brewing Coffee: A sudden warmth, a daze, an urge to sing.

That feeling is surprisingly similar in humans.

"Daily Meal": Fullness, increasing fullness, dizziness, countless small boxes, white noise, clinking sounds.

This stomach is too small; one packet is never enough for most people.

Soup Dumplings:Steam almost instantly fogs up the lens! The whole meal is spent wiping it off.

Did you manage to eat them in the end?

35mm Special Film: Sour, astringent, a friction-like texture, the salty taste of silver halide, like the instant you open a tin can.

Next time, try a horror movie and let me know what it tastes like.

Keychain: Cold, sweet metallic taste—not as sweet as lead sugar, lively and dense collisions, mixed with a hint of rust.

So you swallowed the keychain and then went looking for it everywhere?!

Cheeseburger: Sticky, noisy, energizing, dizzying.

This is one of the best items on the Foundation's cafeteria menu! If you don't like it, give it to me!

Foundation ID Card: A serious voice, information, a plastic taste similar to film, layers of secrets.

That matches my expectations.

Sidebar Note: This must be Scott secretly writing in my notebook.

Sidebar Note: How different can a cheeseburger and soup dumplings really taste? I need to ask her next time we meet.

Pandora Wilson: Hello, Ms. Loggerhead.

Loggerhead: Hello! Sorry, I don't remember your name. If you'd like, just hang tight while I project my memory reel from the past three days ...

Pandora Wilson: No worries, this is our first meeting.

Pandora Wilson: As an awakened born within a projector, you must have witnessed countless great films. What are your favorite ones?

Loggerhead: Oh, it would definitely be a black-and-white silent film! The texture of silent reels has a unique charm, always taking me back to the "Silver Screen Era"—everything was new, vibrant, and every new work was a groundbreaking marvel!

Pandora Wilson: You just mimicked one of Chaplin's classic gestures.

Loggerhead: Absolutely, he's my favorite actor and director! Modern Times, City Lights ... The marks of an era, the dignity of the little people, all captured in exaggerated comedic conflicts. Oh, I wish I could compete in a Chaplin impersonation contest!

- 30 minutes later -

Loggerhead: Oh no! This note says there was an interview scheduled for 10:20, and I'm already half an hour late. I have to go ...

Pandora Wilson: Doesn't your note mention your interviewer's name?

Loggerhead: No, that's stored in a memory reel I didn't retrieve.

Pandora Wilson: ... I'm your interviewer.