Intergalactic

Tron Legacy

All she could hear were faint sounds around her. Whispers of people. People, she thought. Do I even know what people means? I don't even know who I am. Then she fell into a deep sleep again.

Some time later she opened her eyes slightly. No. Had to close her eyes again, too bright. And the sounds were getting scarier. Loud jumps. She emptied her mind and slept again.

She opened her eyes fully and heard rustling and heavy sounds on the ground. The white blinding light was still there, she felt jerks on her bed. Hands restrained her arms. Have to get myself free, she thought. Have to get out of here. She struggled, fought against the hands and the sounds got louder, the bed rocked violently, but at last, at last she was able to kick one of the humanoids in the groin and climb out of a square hole on the wall.

Why, she wondered, why could she name some things but not know some of them? She'd called the things in green cloth humanoids. No. She held held her hands to her temples. Clothes. The memory came back to her like a stab of pain, which surprised her. She didn't have any memories.

She sat on a rock beside a lake and ran her fingers along the clear, smooth crystal water. The feel of the water as it moistened every inch of her skin pleasured her. But it wasn't long before the sounds came again.

Something lashed out at the girl, and more things grabbed her. She remembered being carried somewhere. It frustrated her not to know anything. They threw her into a cell and stuck a needle in her arm.

It didn't pain her. She flipped back to look at the humanoids but, before she knew it, more needles were stuck into her back. One, two, seven. It didn't hurt, but it triggered a sleeping vein. She fell with a thud on the floor from her sitting position and blacked out.

She could still feel her arms and limbs. She couldn't move them, that's all. Might as well sleep, she thought. Might as well . . . she collapsed into darkness as she felt herself being carried into a cold, empty bag.