Chronic Amnesia

'Sat in at one of those meetings again where we rehashed a hash that we'd hashed out about four, five times already.

The scary thing was the look of blank unrecognition in so many eyes: they are either very very good actors or they actually don't remember having discussed, dissected and decided the issue already.

It's very hard, then, to figure out where to begin when one of these meetings starts up and the topic is revived like a new-born blue babe, breathed into life fresh and uninformed by previous knowledge. Too many upper-ups with the blank-eyed stare of innocence - too many fellow Cubes smiling the baby's daft smile of benign ignorance.

Maybe it's The Cube's problem: this never happened before, this discussion, this topic. This is deja vu, not reality. It must have been dreamed, like when you were a kid and dreamed that you had already gone to the dentist, then woke up to find that the day still had to happen. There is no way so many people could have forgotten that this...existed.

Except for the damn notebook. The notebook shows that we have all been here before. So why...?

The Cube is lost again...