“Why can’t I remember anything?”
“Amnesia?” questioned the boy, for the first time sounding genuinely interested.
“No . . . I know who I am . . . I just can’t remember where I was before this, what I’ve done-”
“Ah,” said the boy, cutting me off, all interest gone, “What you’re experiencing is a c classic personality wipe.”
“But I have a personality.” I retorted, wondering just how sane the boy was.
“Exactly,” replied the boy, not perturbed in the least, “You have the personality they want you to have. They keep the parts of you they like and erase the rest . . . creating the perfect you. At least in their opinion,” he paused in his explanation, regarding me, “This is all clas C standard procedure I assure you.”
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So this is sci-fi which I don’t really write normally but hey . . . might as well give it a shot in the summer 
I’m actually enjoying planning this whole world and reality. fun times are ahead. =D