Looking at the board, then back at the room, he finds that's he's lab partners with the blonde - who's name appears to be 'Emily' if the board is to be trusted. Simon had mixed feelings about this - she seemed friendly enough, but she hadn't moved a muscle since he had come in the room, it honestly kind of gave Simon the creeps. He walked over to the lab table and put his backpack on the floor, and she still didn't move. He cleared his throat, and got an answer, but not really anything like he would expect.
"Simon, right?" she said, in a very mellow, monotone voice. "It's odd. Knowing someone's name before even seeing a face. Yet I still have precognition of what I think you look like. Is he tall? Is he fat? What color is his hair? Does he dress nice, or like a slob? For all these things, my mind has already come up with an image for you, just on something simple, as a name." she still faces the window, talking to Simon who's standing behind her. "Yet the second I turn around, this image will be broken. What I was right or wrong about will no longer matter. My mental image will fade away and be replaced with the truth, with me hardly noticing it. The brain is strange like that." Finally she turns around. She gives Simon a very careful looking over, starting at his feet and going up. When she reaches his eyes, Simon stares directly into her deep, deep pools. Her eyes look like the endless expanse of the oceans, and Simon felt odd, as if he was drifting away in them.
After a few seconds, she breaks eye contact, turning back to look out the window. Simon quickly snaps out of his seemed trance. "Sorry." Simon hears Emily whisper. Simon is taken a bit aback. "No. there's nothing to be sorry about..." he replies. "Honestly though. I expected someone blonde." Emily says, in the same uninterested tone. The two of them are together in silence again for a few seconds, eventually Emily starts talking again. "Thinking about it, it's odd. You had the exact opposite experience I had. You likely saw me from across the room long before you read my name. I'm curious. Did your mind formulate a name for me before you saw it's truth? What did you think was a good thing to all me?" Simon let the silence seep in for a moment, thinking to himself, before replying "Well... I think Emily is a perfectly good name." "Damn." She responds, not showing emotion in her tone whatsoever. "It appears that the thought was already overwritten. That little bit of data, lost to the cosmos forever." "Oh yeah." Simon thought to himself. "This is going to be quite the trip."
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Little more than this was said between the two during the rest of the lab, except for the occasional 'pass this' and 'What'd you get for that'. They worked together well, but Simon found it rather weird that she never once looked at his face again. Anytime she was facing him, she always had her head down. The lab eventually let out, and Simon packed up his things. "Umm... I'll see you next week, I guess." Simon said as he was leaving the lab. "I'm glad that you're so certain." Emily said, still not changing her tone.
Simon wandered out of the building and back towards his apartment when he noticed...
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