Conscious

Matt woke from a sound sleep, and looked over at the glowing red segments of his alarm clock which read 2:37, and realized that it was the middle of the morning. He swung his legs off to the side of the bed and just sat there for a few seconds in nothing but his boxers and the t-shirt he had wore to bed before he put his face down in his hands and just said, "aw, crap."

*****

Matt had never experienced anything like the strange thoughts that had woken him out of a dead sleep, yet he knew they were all inexorably true. As he walked into the bathroom to splash a little cold water on his face, Matt realized that the last one had died, and the burden, because that's what it was, had been passed on to him. What bugged Matt most wasn't the randomness of how he had been chosen, it was the seeming pointlessness of it all. Matt had woken up and had been startled to find out that absolutely nothing in life had really meant what he had thought it did.
There were a lot of things that Matt just knew now. For example, one of the things that he knew now was the exact population of the Earth at any given time, but if he ever took the time to say it, it would have changed by the time he voiced the number and wouldn't be right. That amused him somewhat. He also knew a lot of stuff that just didn't make much sense for him to know. He knew that he could tap into information at a whim, knowing anything about anyone he wanted to, he barely had to concentrate on any person to be filled with knowledge, and though it was a bit overwhelming, it wasn't all that oppressive, so it was something he would grow to get used to.
Incidentally, it was just about this time that Matt realized that he had a perfect understanding of women, and that of all the men in the world, he was the only one who truly understood the fairer sex. Ironically with this perfect understanding came the realization that it didn't matter in the least. No woman on Earth was prepared to deal with a man who totally understood everything about her, and even if he would ply his knowledge perfectly in a relationship, most women were intuitive enough to know something was wrong, even though what was wrong was actually right. Matt felt both a little disgusted with this fact as well as humored by the irony. Oh well, he could still have a relationship if he just acted like he always had, and at least he would know exactly how to do that. It took Matt about a minute to come to grips with all of this new-found knowledge, but as soon as he had the thought, how am I going to deal with this, he just knew how and it didn't bother him anymore.