I can still remember the day all of this started. It is the earliest day I couldremember in fact. It was a dark room only illuminated by a bright warm light.I was sitting down with my head at my knees looking at the window of the onlydoor of that room. The only things I saw were just shadows moving in front of it. Ididn’t remember how I got here or what happened, neither who my family was or what I wasdoing. I just remember my name "Alex", it was the word that broke the silence, andnow instead of the black door, an old lady was standing with a warmsenile smile and her old wrinkly ?eyes looking at me. She repeated"Alex... Hi, I am Sofia and I came to take you home.", her soft smile washeartwarming and I felt strange compliance with her orders, it wasn’t like I hadother option. She took my hand and I followed her. I gave the strange place I wasin the last look, and I just saw the dark shadows staring at us.The walk to her house was fast and silent but I remembered her home, a small andvery clean, and bright happy blue walls smiling like her at the coming visitor with arusty door that opened in a happy tone. The interior decorated in white, from thewalls floor and ceiling to the furniture dotted with plants of various species, somesoft with a lot of small red flowers on small stalk away from the central body, somealmost doll-like smooth and silk-like. She led me to her kitchen, I didn’t feelhungry, I just silently fell asleep on the couch while she was washing the dishes.I am awake. The annoying sound of the alarm woke me.
-Good morning Alex, don’t forget it is another day of work, so we have to be thereon time to fulfill our duties. (that was from Angela, my personal digital assistant)I slowly got up with my very sleepy yawn.
-I presume you started to remember again about that day, I already recommendedsome treatment for you but I don’t have the power to make you take it. She saidwith a kinda concerned voice.-I don’t need it, I answered. Plus I have work to do now...Unauthorized use: this story is on Amazon without permission from the author. Report any sightings.
-I think you mean we? or I presume you are doing the calculations and predictionsby yourself? She complained in an annoyed voice.
-I presume is true, but what we have on our list today?, I said while getting up andgoing to a wall of the room that started to open in a big window outside, itwas beautiful, white giant molits?of building of enormous size of a brilliant freshwhite, others started to be painted by future young artists, widealmost barren? streets. It was another day but I felt even smaller than ever, I’llnever get used to their buildings.
-The coffee and food are ready.
I rushed to the kitchen. It was a small house, mybedroom was a room about two by two meters with completely white walls, it wasblinding, especially because of the sun that shone powerfully in the room, my bedretracted in a small hole as wide and tall as was my bed, disappearing in a white lighteven though the wall was not thick enough to hide it in any way. The kitchen was even smaller with the window open letting the blinding sun get in after my eyes adjusted. Isat at the table. A small screen emerged from the opposite side of it. It was my PDA,she was just staring at me while I just ate my breakfast. After a time she asked:
-I can see that something is bothering you. The sentimental restriction may causelong term psychological harm, so we need to get it resolved.
-It was a dream. I tried to reassure her.
-It’s not. I can read your neuronal symptoms while you are sleeping, and I was assigned to keep my subject happy and productive. I already programmed a memory scan but still I cannot force you to attend it, but I can assure you it’s truly necessary.
-Why?
-It looks like some neuronal damage that might extend.
-Why do you have to be so negative? I tried to say it in a joking tone.
-It’s not, but prevention is better than treatment. And I think it is already too late for it.Besides, you can’t remember anything from the age of 18 and you have 30...it is60% of your life...