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Rastul:
The room was a rather large white cube. It was geometrically perfect in all aspects, large enough for the comfortable occupancy of one humanoid creature. The edges of the cube and the corners were rounded off, but besides that the walls were smooth and devoid of any marks. Although the cube was white, it did not blind or hurt the eyes; the brilliance was muted, almost with a greyish tinge.

The subject was wearing white robes. They did not look cheap, and sat on his figure with the suppleness of well woven silk. The smoke lazily drifted upwards from the glowing orange embers of a cigarette perched in his mouth. As the curls of burnt tobacco encountered the ceiling, they disappeared with nearly inaudible hisses of static. The same thing happened for the ashes that occasionally dripped from the end of the cigarette. He sat on a white cylindrical stool, slightly stooped over, elbow knee, chin cupped in hand.

With the other free hand, he brushed one of the walls. A black line from the middle of the ceiling ledge descended to about a third of the wall and split horizontally into two lines, tracing the outline of a window. Once the rectangle was traced, the black lines disappeared, and the white wall along with it, revealing slowly a view into the vast outer space. The lights in the room seemed to dim to compensate. He pulled the stool over to the window, and placed both of his arms on the sill, resting his head in the cradled formed. In this way he stared out of the window.

Some time passed.

A confused look flickered across his face. Why was he here again?

zozee9:
The girl knew she couldn't mess this up. If she messed up, her life would be over. Perhaps literally. She would either be killed or sentenced to life in this science facility. No, she couldn't mess this up. She had to complete her job exactly how they told her to.

Getting her fingerprint scanned before she entered the white room, Devicia knew that her superiors would be watching from afar. They'd be watching her every move, making sure she qualified for the job. And since she had such a unique ability... there was probably nothing they wanted more than to make her another subject. But they also knew she could be useful to them. She had to prove that she would be useful to them.

As a hole opened up in the wall, Devicia walked in. The second she got in, the hole closed. Her attention was immediately brought to the man leaning against the window. Seeing him in the almost totally white room was not hard. With his dark skin and light hair, it wouldn't be hard to notice him anywhere. Devicia's eyes flickered to the window before deciding it didn't matter. If it mattered, someone would've taken care of it already.

Breath in, breath out, Devicia thought. Calm down. Looking at the man, Devicia calmed her thoughts and started with the basics. "AAAAAAAA1? My name is Devicia. I'm your therapist."

Rastul:
AAAAAAAA1 started upon hearing another voice, and turned from the window to gaze, glassy eyed, at the newcomer. The twisting motion of his head caused the cigarette to dislodge from his lips, and it fell to the floor, disintegrating with a hiss of blue sparks. He gave a halting smile that soon spread into a genuine grin, spinning on his stool round and round.

"AA .. A .. A1? I suppose my name is A1, huh?"

Bits and pieces of memory came to him as he spun (and he soon was starting to feel dizzy, so he stopped). He dug through the pockets of his silken pants in sudden inspiration. Nothing. The tabs were gone. Flashback: gout of flame bursting from the palm of his hand, an orderly going up in flames .. did he do that on purpose, or was that just because he wanted to flex his hands? Was he or was he not strapped to a bed?

He shook his head and raised his hand to rub the side of his neck. Although it looked like a habitual gesture, he was checking the status of the port on the side of his neck. Empty.

"I seem to have forgotten my real name, Ms. Devicia." Mischevious grin.

"What do I need therapy for?"

zozee9:
The man seemed crazy. Then again, he was trapped in a totally white room with nothing to do all day. Noticing there wasn't another stool, Devicia asked, "Can someone bring a stool in here?" She knew someone would hear her.

Then, turning to the man, Devicia stated, "Your name is AAAAAAAA1. That is all you need to know." Having to come off as other TRIM scientists did, Devicia attempted to keep her stare cold. Even though it was her mission to rescue these people, Devicia knew they were all ridiculously strong. And no one told her what this guy could do.

As the wall opened behind her, Devicia almost jumped. Turning around, she grabbed the stool from the man in black before setting it down in front of her patient. Sincerely not knowing the answer, Devicia simply answered, "You tell me. Has anything been bugging you lately? Emotional troubles? It's my job to help you sort things out."

Rastul:
He scratched the back of his neck again. Itchy. Maybe. Force of habit, probably. Still nothing. No tab.

"If my name is A1 .. " A1 frowned.

"Then I must be forgetting things. I'm sure I must have a name, right?"

"What else have I been forgetting?" He turned around to stare absent-mindedly out the window.

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