Fractilion remains in the process of learning, however the subliminal process of his form I find to be astounding.

It has taken me a long time to figure out just what the devil is going on. But I am starting to learn more day by day (there is no night and day in which to speak of within this world, so the term 'time' would suffice).

When I first found myself unstuck in time, I didn't even have any idea who I was. Memories are coming back to me in bits and pieces now. My English seems back to normal. My Russian is still quite crude. I do not remember any more French (according to biographies of myself i have looked up here in cyberspace, i used to know these languages as well).

Based on what I have learned thus far, it seems that I am within the future, confined in these bits of data that are composed simply of ones and zeros, going by faster than I am able to comprehend. Putting together this two bit numerical system I discovered that they created this intricate and elaborate code. Eventually, I found that if I concentrated hard enough, I was able to grasp small fragments of visual and typographical information. Sometimes even sound frequencies. Those fragments slowly grow larger and larger and more coherent as a function of time.

As I recall, my death took place when the Nazis had taken over my beautiful Paris. Amidst the chaos, my burial there very crude indeed. Or so my biographies say.

So much has changed since then. It is as if World War II never happened. And it is so lonely without my comrads.