Yet, the more time he spent in the darkness, the more morsels of information he began perceiving.
Information he recognized.
Information defining his body.
Sometimes it was a sound.
Sometimes it was a vision.
A sense of touch.
Sometimes it was a kind of sense that didn't quite fit in any of category. He could describe it as the sense of information itself, something that his consciousness had a hard time interpreting into one of his conventional senses.
And yet, he recognized it as a part of his existence.
He knew his body inside-out and backwards-front. He had spent sixteen years studying it close up while integrating Anthean biology into his body. He could reconstruct his body right down to the last cell in his mind.
That was why he recognized information describing his body.
"I'm in the right place, and my suspicions were right."
