MEKA BORN: UNKNOWN

002

The next day, he was woken up and brought to a new room along with his Class. This new room was larger than the orientation room. It had a station for each person in the class, and a doctor at each station. He struggled to find a station, since everyone of them filled up quickly. Until BLU-888 called over for him.

"BLK, over here!" she said loudly, and waved her arm in the air wildly to grab his attention. He hurried over to her, his face red from her being loud and carefree. He envied that part of BLU so much. Able to yell and draw attention to herself, without any ounce of anxiety.

There was a station in the corner of the room, BLU got the station next to his. She smiled and pointed to the open station and waved at him. He waved back.

"Hello, my name is Doctor Ann. I will be your permanently assigned doctor throughout your training." She was a small mousy woman, pulled back brown hair in a tight bun. Large round glasses that made her resemble a bug, BLK thought. She was barely at five feet tall, he didn't think she was above it. At eight years old, he was already taller than her. "Whoa you look weird. Did I get a broken one?"

He looked at her with a blank face, "No, I'm not broken."

She laughed and punched his arm roughly, "I'm just toying with ya," He rubbed the spot on his arm she hit. She quickly stood on a stool, and yanked his head in a quick ninety degree angle. "BLK-001... weird..." she said, as she let his head go. "Well nice to meet you, I'm Doctor Ann, and I will be your doctor—'

"I know, you already said that," he said.

"Oh right," she laughed. "Sit here." She kicked the back of his knee, causing it to give out. He fell butt first onto the chair, and she pulled him closer to her. She roughly clasped his face, and put a bright flashlight in his eyes, as she moved it from side to side. "Any injuries? Suicidal thoughts? Murderous thoughts? Or thoughts of cannibalism?"

"No, no, no... what?" he said.

She laughed, "Just kidding. They don't test for murderous thoughts. Now I need some of this."

"Some of what—ow!"

She jammed a needle into his arm and drew a vial of blood. He shot a quick glance to BLU, silently saying, "Help me!"

BLU winced and mouthed, "I'm sorry."

"Hair color..." Ann looked at his head. "Black."

"Did you really need to look?" he asked.

"Eye color..." she grabbed his face again, and brought her large bug eyes right up to his face. "Also black."

"I didn't know."

"Blood type?" she put the vial into the machine, it whirled for a few seconds before it sputtered to a stop. "Unknown? I don't understand that... Race?" she looked at him again. "Ghostly white."

"You try finding sun in here," he said.

"Mental capacity..." she looked at him once again. "Insane."

"No I'm not—"

"Kidding."

"She's going to kill me before I can make it to training," he thought.

"Pop your shirt off, gotta connect these thingies to your chest," Ann said, holing up white circular suction cups with wires attached.

"I don't think that's a good idea—"