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Green, that’s all he could see. Different hues of green scattered about him in the forms of hardly recognizable shapes, items he found himself knowing almost immediately, but couldn’t familiarize himself with. Of course those objects were nothing he really understood. He was just assuming them to be the things that they weren’t. He was placing things he could recall on top of the items he saw and meshing them into one.
What was once green shapes cleared into green figures as his vision began to focus, waking him in what he assumed to be a nightmare. A cage… No, a tube was what he found himself in, floating around in some thick green colloid illuminated by 3 spotlights that shined directly on him as if he were on display in a museum. The lights were too bright for his newly opened eyes, causing him to lift a hand above his head to block out the blinding rays.
It was then that he was forced to bring his attention to his hands. The dark pigment of them was not expected, but when he tried to think of what he did expect, nothing came to mind. His hands were massive in size as well, easily capable of palming a basketball if he wished. But the thing that drew his attention the most was the IV that was embedded into his skin. The wire it connected to trailed up into the top of the tank, which brought his attention to the large collection of wires and tubes that also gathered there, each extending to a different part of his body. They covered each important organ and muscle, some digging under his skin while others were merely taped over. It was at this point that he started to panic. His mind’s graphic imagination kicked into high gear, torturing him with ideas of what might have happened to him.
Once he began to feel full awareness of the situation, the glass container that held him shook alive. In the course of a millisecond the wires ungraciously removed themselves from him, leaving the oxygen mask were it was. The sensation caused him to cry out in pain, but the agony only lasted a second before the green ooze began to do its job and heal the small wounds the wires had left in his skin, soothing him. The process was alarmingly fast, and before he understood what was happening the surrounding liquid began to slowly drain away and the tank began to open, freeing him.
His steps were slow and steady as he moved from the panel where the tank was placed, each footstep shaking slightly as he brought it across the slick floor. Some of the green gel still clung to his naked form, making him slightly paranoid at the thought of falling. He could see an area with a towel and a small bureau near by, so he immediately found himself heading in that direction, taking no time to remove the rest of the liquid and dress himself in the strange clothes that had been laid out for him.
It was as he did this that he started to notice little details about his body, and curiosity drove him to run his hands along each tattoo or scar he discovered while clothing himself, but once he was finished he found himself face to face with an unknown face. His own. Of course, he had to do some practical tests like waving his hand in front of the mirror and playing with his face before he actually came to the conclusion that he was staring at himself, but it didn’t take long for realization to set in.
He was a stranger to himself. This man, this man in the mirror was someone with a past, a name, and a family; and he could recall none of it. He stared intently at his own complexion, wanting to memorize every line of his own facial structure and attempting to force a memory to return. This lasted only a small moment before he bumped his elbow against a tall glass that he hadn’t noticed resting on the bureau. He brought his attention to it and quickly spotted a note that read in large, thick, black letters “Must Drink.” Not really caring about the risks, he made no hesitation to consume the light pink liquid. Its texture was smooth and cooling, yet it filled his mouth with a dry minty flavor, causing him to clear his throat with a few coughs once he was done with it. Despite its taste the drink caused his last few bits of grogginess to go away, and for that he found himself thankful that he bothered to drink it.
“That was a wise decision,” a clam, metallic voice echoed. He jumped inwardly at the sudden sound as he turned cautiously behind him to see half of a woman’s corpse lying next to what he assumed to be the doorway. Did she talk to him? No, that was impossible, but he wouldn’t allow the fact that he had heard a voice to be questioned.
“Hello?” he spoke aloud to the corpse as he neared it. His voice was deep and gruff, yet another thing he didn’t recognize.
“I presume you are feeling better," this time he was curtain that the voice was coming from the dead woman,
“You have been asleep for a long period of time, so it’s to be expected that you’d be disoriented once awake.” As the last few words were spoken, the watch the woman was wearing lit up, revealing a small holographic woman. The sight both startled and marveled him, and despite the urge to cringe at the smell of the corpse and the blood that stained the walls, he neared the hologram even more and curiously ran his fingers through the display.
“Interesting. What are you?”
“I am a custom Z-33 Swiss watch, but I’ve been given the title of Laura,” he shook his head and gave off a half smile at her reference to her name.
“That’s not a title, that’s a name.”
“Are they not of the same importance and usage?” she replied, giving him the sense that she was almost being sarcastic,
“I assume you have a title.”
“You mean name?”
“Yes,” she said, not caring for the difference between the two words. He took a moment hoping to recall at least that much information, but it was to no avail. Slumping into a sitting posture on the floor, he let a defeated sigh escape him. A part of him couldn’t help but notice his lack of discomfort when it came to being near to the split corpse. It made him wonder if some part of him had become familiar with the sight of death.
“I’m nameless now, I suppose.”
“Well, Nameless Now, if you are up we should be heading into the hallway, where the others will gather,” she spoke with no sense of humor in her voice.
“Wait. My name’s not… hold on ‘we?’” he paused, “Others?”
“Yes, I have been ordered to help you and the others with your duty.”
“Our duty?” her words all sounded like gibberish to him, “Wait…um…Laura, just who are the others?”