I can still remember the day all of this started. It is the earliest day I could remember 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 only door of that room. The only things I saw were just shadows moving in front of it. I didn’t remember how I got here or what happened, neither who my family was or what I was doing. I just remember my name "Alex", it was the word that broke the silence, and now instead of the black door, an old lady was standing with a warm senile 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 was heartwarming and I felt strange compliance with her orders, it wasn’t like I had other option. She took my hand and I followed her. I gave the strange place I was in 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 and very clean, and bright happy blue walls smiling like her at the coming visitor with a rusty door that opened in a happy tone. The interior decorated in white, from the walls floor and ceiling to the furniture dotted with plants of various species, some soft with a lot of small red flowers on small stalk away from the central body, some almost doll-like smooth and silk-like. She led me to her kitchen, I didn’t feel hungry, 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 there on 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 recommended some treatment for you but I don’t have the power to make you take it. She said with a kinda concerned voice. -I don’t need it, I answered. Plus I have work to do now...
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-I think you mean we? or I presume you are doing the calculations and predictions by yourself? She complained in an annoyed voice.
-I presume is true, but what we have on our list today?, I said while getting up and going to a wall of the room that started to open in a big window outside, it was beautiful, white giant molits of building of enormous size of a brilliant fresh white, others started to be painted by future young artists, wide almost barren streets. It was another day but I felt even smaller than ever, I’ll never get used to their buildings.
-The coffee and food are ready.
I rushed to the kitchen. It was a small house, my bedroom was a room about two by two meters with completely white walls, it was blinding, especially because of the sun that shone powerfully in the room, my bed retracted in a small hole as wide and tall as was my bed, disappearing in a white light even 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. I sat 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 cause long 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 is 60% of your life...