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Day One:
Harsh light pierces my eyes as I gain consciousness. The moment my brain wakes up, my first thought is, hard and cold. I try to open my eyes despite the throbbing pain that’s starting to form in my head. Frustratingly, my eyes open slightly before closing again, probably due to sensitivity from the lights blaring down at me. As I let my eyes adjust, my brain remembers the cold and hard surface beneath me. I try to move my hand, and again, to no success.
Am I paralysed? I think before dismissing the suggestion. No, I can’t be. Right? Then I wouldn’t be able to feel my hands or toes, which I very much can as I feel the cold surface attaching onto my body and trapping its heat.
After a couple minutes, I attempt at opening my eyes again and this time I find I can open them halfway and in my next attempt I fully open them and find a very long robot arm staring down at me?
What the fuck? I think before the robots automated voice speaks.
“What’s two plus two?”
Four, I immediately think, but find that the word never quite reaches my lips and I struggle to talk. The panic starts as I realize my tongue won’t move. What the FUCK is going on.
“It’s better to let your body adjust before speaking up” a voice speaks from behind me. Unable to see or twist my head in that direction, my heart speeds up when I hear it. It sounds oddly familiar.
Despite the voice’s advice, I find I can twitch my lips and just then, the robot voice speaks again.
“What’s two plus two?”
I try saying, “Fvvghh.”
“Incorrect. What’s two plus two?”
The frustration builds as I shift my focus to my hands and can only move them about a few centimetres. I sit there, pondering how I got into this situation until I dimly realise I am very much naked and the unknown voice behind me is very much male.
My heart rate quickens again as I attempt at talking, “F-fo-four,” I manage to stutter out.
“Correct.” The robot says.
I relish in this small victory for a moment and then attempt to flex my arms again and find that I can and that my legs also seem to be starting to work again. I twist around and try to get off the floor, which actually seems to be a hospital bed built into the wall.
As I turn to find the owner of the voice, I am extremely conscious of my breasts and my genitals being on full display.
The owner of the voice is, as guessed, a man. He has striking blonde hair and a sharp jawline and is leaning against the wall of what appears to be a cylindrical hospital room. The most beguiling part of him, however, are his eyes, which burn into mine as I turn to look at him.
As soon as I meet his eyes, his cheeks turn red and he shifts his gaze to the floor.
“I- I’m sorry. I’ll let you change. I wasn’t spying on you or anything, I only just woke up over there, same as you. If you feel uncomfortable, I’d understand and- and I’m sorry and now I’m rambling, so I’ll just let you get you get sorted. I-I’m Ryland by the way,” as he’s speaking, he points towards another bed attached to the wall opposite to mine.
And it suddenly strikes me, as he’s finished speaking, that I don’t know my own name. I’m standing naked in front of a stranger in a hospital room and I don’t know my own name.
What the fuck is happening?