Reina didn't like this emptiness. Like a reformatted hard drive, her brain's archives filled with nothing except zeros, stretching in orderly blocks off into the distance. All she knew was a sequence of zeros and ones that spelled out her name. And the fact that she was visualizing all of this as a computer would... how strange.

She coughed, which seemingly drove needles through her whole body, and tried to sit up, but found that she could only move a bit. Looking down told her that her hands were tied to... someone else. Now that she thought about it, she could feel his back (She assumed it was a male, judging by the size of his hands and the fact that her head only seemed to come up to the nape of his neck.) Also now that she thought about it, she realized that her whole body felt like it was on fire and her skin was red and starting to blister. She looked around, finally taking in the utilitarian room she was in. It seemed to be a cargo hold, like one would find on your average star cruiser... Wait, how did she know this? and why was she here, tied to a strange person?

Her words reflected her confusion. "Who are you? Why are we here?...Why are we tied together...? Is this some kind of trick? Or... what? Also, I think my name is Reina and I think we're on a starship but I don't know how I know this..."