The Lost

Who am I?

It took Annabeth more than a few days to come to terms with the new reality. With the new (old) facts that she was crazy about singing. It was how she came to be who she was now. If she hadn't wanted to be a singer so badly as a younger person, she wouldn't have stayed behind after school, she wouldn't have walked through the forest to try and beat most of the rain. She wouldn't have been involved with the train that derailed and almost cut her in half completely.

What would her life had been like if her parents hadn't taken her to that concert? What would she have become? Would she be happy? Would she hate not having pursued what used to be her passion? So many questions that she had about herself, and so few answers. She needed to talk to someone, and Georgina, the AI of the facility, just wasn't sufficient enough to discuss these matters with.

She ordered all of her meals to brought to her room, which she only opened the mail slot to receive everything. It was the first time she felt like being alone since being there, and she was actually surprised that they were letting her have her privacy. The Curator had asked her several days now if she would let him in. She never answered directly, but had Georgina respond to The Curator "Annabeth wishes to remain alone, Curator." And then she went silent. It was the only thing she needed to have to say through Georgina. She just repeated the same message to The Curator if he persisted.

It was now two weeks after the incident in the Training Grounds changing room. After the first week of depression, she had puzzled out many of the details of what she wanted to do with what remained of her life. There was no use in dwelling on the what ifs when she had no way of knowing how her life could have been differently. There was no way to find out because she didn't even know who she would be able to talk to in order to find the answers.

Who was she now compared to then? That was something she had been struggling to answer for the last few days. It was a question that kept her locked in her room. How could she tell anyone else who she was and what she stood for if she didn't first have the answer for herself? So she focused on the tiny details she could remember from her past. The little things that added up to complete the whole of who she was before the accident.

She was sixteen when it happened. now.... she counted the years she could remember. She had been with the Labyrinths gang for three years after her escape from the facility that had put her back together. From the data she had retrieved from the first facility, she garnered that she was seventeen at the time of her escape, which meant that she was not twenty years old. Being twenty years old she would have either gone to College like her parents had, or she would have focused on her career as becoming a professional singer.

Now look at her. She was a twenty year-old cybernetic enhanced human assassin. She was trapped in a facility where she knew barely anyone, and trusted even less than she had already did trust before she was abducted to this location. So far the only people she currently trusted were The Curator and Elder Rich. And even Elder Rich she still had doubts about. It seemed he liked her, but that could just be from what she had to offer and what she could do, so he may be playing nice. What would he do or how would he act if she refused to stop helping them? If she could no longer help them, even?

These thoughts and more plagued her for days until finally she told Georgina to open the door and to summon The Curator, It was fortuitous that The Curator was already standing outside the door. He had come to see if she had changed her mind.

When the door opened, he walked in, and saw the state of uncleanliness of the room she had been staying in. Annabeth was in the process of cleaning the mess up, and she appeared to have calmed her mind and returned to a normal state of activity and caring. "Should I call for Janitorial?" He asked her as he looked about the mess in the room.

Annabeth jumped, even though she had expected him to come today. She hadn't thought he'd be right there outside of her door when she told Georgina to summon him. "Ahh!! You scared me, Curator." Her heart was pounding out of fright, and she rested against her bad and looked at The Curator.

He seemed to chuckled, and he picked up one of the empty trays and placed it on one of the others that were lying around. He sat at the small table in the room and leaned back in the chair to watch Annabeth.

She continued to clean and she ignore The Curator as he watched her. She didn't feel she had time to split her focus. She didn't want Janitorial coming in here... After a few minutes, she gave up, and in an act of exasperation, she flung all the trash onto the fllor and angrily sat down on the bed and hit herself in the head with her fist.

The Curator let her be for a few minutes. "Come on, Annabeth. Lets get you showered, fed, and then we can go and have a nice long talk. I thought it's time you met with Counselor Adams." He stood and held his arm out to the side, indicating towards the door as he looked at Annabeth. Counselor Adams was the person new recruits like Annabeth usually saw when they first came to the facility, after the first procedure had been performed. It was time now that Annabeth finally had the chance to speak to the Counselor, even though she had been living this way for three years already.

Annabeth moved hesitantly, but followed after The Curator, and they went to a cleaning room that was used to clean patients and specimens before they were examined of operated on. Annabeth was directed into the shower room, and the current was drawn. The Curator stayed out in the main exam room, and Annabeth tossed her dirty clothes into her spatial storage to be cleaned later. Once The Curator heard the sound of the running water, he turned to face the closest table and set his data pad down, and accessed the information.

He sent a message to the Neuro Scientist group:

Annabeth is out of her room. Taking her to see Counselor Adams. Will keep you informed on when your scientist can join me for the examination and trials.

He sent the message, and then closed the application, and pulled up a system scanner, and ran a diagnostic sweep of the room and its equipment, starting with his data pad. He needed to make sure that nothing would be able to interfere with the tests he was going to run, and once the scanner gave the all clear, he was reserve the room, and lock it down so no one else could enter it until the tests were complete.

Annabeth took a total of ten minutes in the shower getting cleaned and then dressed, and when she came out, she was wear a red dress with black trim, it looked almost like a Kimono, and her hair was pulled back into a tight bun. She looked a far sight better than she had before, Now that she was presentable, The Curator put away his tablet, which completed it's scan two minutes later, and they left.