Remember Me

Chapter 1~ La Bastille

All I remember is screaming. Everywhere, coming out of my mouth, flooding my ears. It hurt, and my throat felt raw. I must have been screaming for hours. I knew I should've stopped, but then I remember the pain. Pain settles into the back of my neck, feeling like I've been scalded. Like I had lost something. If only I had known what was stolen, I wouldn't have been in this mess.

"Host memory wiped. Sensen awaiting new memorial content."

Unfortunately for me, I was.

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"Good day. Can you hear me?" A voice wakes me up. A man's voice.

I slowly wake up, shielding my eyes from the bright ceiling lights. I gasp, clutching the back of my neck, crying out softly. My neck throbbed, like there was a weight on it.

"What is your name?" He continues, expressing no concern towards my pain.

"N-Nilin..." I breathe out, slowly getting up.

"What year... What did you say?" He stops, standing near my head. He grabs my chin and forces me to look up. With an angry scowl on his face, he questions me again.

"...Nilin." I shrink away a little.

He pauses. "Damn. Now that's a first. Not to worry," he lets go and walks a little ways over to the wall beside me, "we'll scrape away those last memories..." He opens a panel and out blinks a holographic screen. He taps a few times, logging in the data he collected. "What year is it?" He continues.

"I.. I don't know.." I breathe in and out, albeit a little ragged.

"It's 2084. Do you know where you are?"
The tapping sounds continue.

"..No..." I grab my head, a headache ripping through my mind. I wince at the pain again, and try to even out my breathing.

The man walks back in front of me. "Not so resistant after all." He yanks my head up by my hair. "Thank you, for your cooperation." He smiles, but it doesn't reach his eyes.

I look down at the ground. What's happening? Where am I? Who am I? Who is he? Questions suddenly flood my mind, and I curse as another headache ripples through my head.

"Dr. Quaid? " He stands back up and towards the screen. It blipped once, twice, and another man in a white lab coat appears in the hologram.

"Yes?" A scratchy voice echos slightly through the room.

"This subject is displaying some resistance."

"Complete the.. substitution protocols, then send her to me. I'll erase her last barriers.. myself." The hologram blips in and out.

"Yes, Doctor." The screen dissappears.

I struggle to get up, lifting myself up with my arms, and then my knees. I brace myself, holding onto the wall and stand, my legs heavy like dead logs. In fact, everything feels heavy. My arms, my head. I can barely keep my balance as I continue to use the wall for support.

A drone whirs over, and a green light envelopes me. Scanning from my head, down, down, down to my feet. The screen on the front of it shows two blue dots, eyes maybe? They blink, devoid of emotion.

"Good Day. Raise Your Head Please." A metallic voice comes from one of the small speakers.

I raise my head, my neck still slightly ablaze. It's okay, it's not totally unbearable. The drone projects a hologram bio-scan of me. In it includes a photo of me. I'm not too ugly, I guess. I'm tan, with short choppy brown hair with a wild purple and white highlight, and small braids coming down from each temple. There's a scar on my top lip, and my eyes are hazel. I'm left-handed. I'm an orphan. I look a little menacing.