A universe of knowledge floats in front of me, a second sight overlaying the world, and I don't know how to deal with it. It's too much. These aren't rows of carefully preserved books in the Memory Shrine, countable by their spines. This is a raging deluge of unfiltered perspective, overwhelming my senses with its non-stop pace. It's like I'm tumbling in the middle of an endless waterfall, churning bubbles streaming constantly past with no way to orient myself.

"...Box... what... how...?"

Suddenly the torrent disappears, replaced by the sensation of a calm recliner, alone in the middle of a small room as rain beats against the windows surrounding it. It's still confusing, this feeling like I'm huddling in a shelter against a storm while the sun shines warmly down through the forest leaves, but not nearly as much as the madness of a few seconds ago.

Sorry about that, Sky. I was programmed with the expectation my user would be intimately familiar with the infonet. I've repurposed a tactical subfunction to act as a buffer.