“And it's time I re-established the DCS, feeling the beast standing behind me, sour breath on my neck. It fades as the system shields me from myself. I know it's still there, but its teeth cannot pierce my armour.” SadnessDepressionMental Health Book:Elder Race Source: Elder Race
“I get a prompt about using my Dissociative Cognition System. It takes considerable effort to make even that decision, but I manage to give my systems the OK and immediately I can step back from the crushing burden of misery, cut off from certain aspects of my own biochemistry so that I can function and make rational decisions. It was an essential mod, for someone who was going to be on their own for long periods of time without any social contact. My emotions are still out there, and I can get fascinating readouts about what that locked-away part of me is actually feeling, good, indifferent, bad, worse, but it doesn't touch me unless I choose to open the door again. It's a fine line, I suspect, between useful logic and that pathological numbness that true depression can often lead to, where doing or wanting anything seems like climbing uphill.” DepressionEmotionsLogicCognitionNumbnessDissociativeBiochemistry Book:Elder Race Source: Elder Race
