Personal Agency

Personal Agency

by Wormwood

Warning This fiction contains:
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  • Profanity

It is better to die knowing.

Listen. The world as you know it is not as you know it. It is a construction, a facade, a mural painted over the world to hide the fact that it is very broken on some fundamental levels. That there exists an entire spiritual realm, one of cognition and perception and memory and that it teems with awful life. The world was not made for us.

Jacob Irwing is a fairly normal 26 year old American man. He's an amateur photographer, unmarried and does not work in his chosen field. He is also dying, right now, in the first chapter of this story. Someone has put a bullet in him.  

Agent Z is a fairly abnormal woman of no nationality. Her age is classified. Her name is classified. Her background? You better believe it's classified. She works for the people who hide the truth. She is going to wake up with a hole in her head in the first chapter of this story, surrounded by corpses and also by a dying fairly normal 26 year old American man. 

Burned and seemingly abandoned by the Agency, Agent Z has lost her memory, her security clearance and her authorisation. All that she's gained is Jacob, who is thoroughly in this shit now. Together they must work to uncover the truth, if any such thing even exists, in this erratic urban fantasy weird-fic.

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Let's start with what makes this story unique. The author likes playing within the differences between what is real, what we percieve, and the thought structures we build around our perceptions. Beware the word 'noumenon'. 

The eponymous agent works with thought-lifeforms, regularly classifying other people's perceptions and memories. The author happily delves into the world of cognitohazards and memory erasure. 

The style is breezy and very fun, written more for humor than drama, though there is drama and horror. 

Grammar and spelling are excellent. 

Agent Z is a manic pixie in an ill-fitting suit, cheerfully shooting up cosmic horrors. With a lack of memory and a hyperactive train of thought, we have not yet seen her take anything seriously. 

Jacob is dealing surprisingly well with his memories turned into Swiss cheese, gradually and carefully working around them to learn to deal with the world he's been dumped into that's trying to shove him out.

So far, I'm only five chapters in. We've gotten a shape of the world's setup and a shallow taste of the characters. I hope for more classic plot and character development. 

As things are, I'd recommend giving this a read, especially if you're into esoteric worldbuilding. It goes in a direction that I've only seen in the likes of The Raw Shark Texts and Jenna Moran's games.