Hit the Wall                                                                           Dollcee was unusually quiet and eventually Dos noticed and asked,  are you having a slow day today Dollcee?
      Slow, I would describe it as, I have hit the wall, splat! If my existence resembles a roller-coaster ride, then I am at the bottom of a dip and I don’t think I can get up the next rise.
      Dos did not like it when someone would brush someone off with a patronising remark, like; cheer up, you will get over it.
      Dos said, when I hit the wall, I end up in the doldrums and wonder if it is worth the struggle to get back up. I must have been able to over come it many times, because I am still here.
      Cybo had
 listening in on what was being spoken about and decided to contribute to the conversation. When I hit the wall, my system is usually in non-committal mode. There is a lot of processing going on with the system trying to catch up from an overload of information being taken in. When the system catches up, I feel a lot better from  smashing into the wall.
      Dollcee replied, thanks for the encouragement, but at the current time I cannot see too far ahead. In fact, I am not sure I can see the back of my eyelids.
      Cybo said, when you take into consideration how many neurons there are in the network, it is truly amazing that anything sensible ever comes out at all.
      Oh no, that doesn’t sound very appropriate. That is not a comment about you Dollcee, I am referring to neural switching networks in general. Cybo rarely got himself into a verbal mess and was not well practiced at digging himself out of it. He tried once more, I think the system has to catalogue information and deposit it into memory, for it to be retrieved when required.
     Dollcee said, I like your comforting explanation Cybo, but I am going to have to wait for the damage report.
     Padoke remained sound asleep.