Pierce watched Dr. Spencer type in her new name on the smart-glass desk. He had pulled up a blank personal information form and now they were filling it out.
“Do I have a last name?” Pierce asked, looking at the empty space after “Pierce”.
“No. Would you like one?”
She thought for a split second then shook her head “no”.
“Favorite color?”
Dr. Claries opened up a color chart before Pierce. Pierce scanned the rows of neat, different colored boxes before selecting the dark green square labeled “hunter green”. Dr. Spencer chuckled at her choice and muttered to Dr. Claries, “How appropriate.”
Pierce didn’t think Dr. Spencer had meant to say it loud enough for her to hear his comment, so she pretended not to have heard a thing. Dr. Spencer refocused his attention back onto Pierce and said, “Ready to continue on?”
“Yes.”
“Alright, you don’t have to answer any more questions. For now, just listen to what I am telling you.” Dr. Spencer leaned forwards until his gaze was locked into hers. “Your name is Pierce. You are a sixteen-year-old girl. Your birthday is April 21. You have no siblings or living relatives.”
I don’t have parents? Pierce thought.
Dr. Spencer answered her question in his next sentence. “Your parents died in a freak air-train accident, so you ended up staying with your aunt and uncle. However, your aunt and uncle became convicted terrorist and were put to death. During the arrest of your aunt and uncle at their house, there was a lot of confusion and chaos. In the pandemonium, you somehow hit your head and received a concussion.” He paused for a moment, seeing how Pierce was absorbing this barrage of information.
Pierce widened her eyes, letting him know to go on.
“You were brought into a hospital to recover before being charged for assisting your aunt and uncle with their crimes. Somebody had framed you, making it look as if you were a terrorist too, when you really weren’t one. However, you had no way to defend yourself because you had lost all of your memories due to the concussion. As a result, I sent a team to sneak you out of the hospital and into the Complex where you could finish your recovery.”
“Does that mean you don’t work with the government?” Pierce asked.
Dr. Spencer looked aghast. “Goodness, child, no! I would never work alongside with that corrupted bunch of idiots running this once glorious nation.”
“So you’re basically a group of rebels.”
Once again, Dr. Spencer looked appalled at the very thought. “No, child, we most certainly are not a rebellious organization.”
What’s the point of having a name if Dr. Spencer’s just going to call me “child”, thought Pierce. Out loud, she said, “Then what are you, exactly?”
Dr. Pierce’s face took on a fervent expression. “We call ourselves the Restorers, a faction dedicated to restoring the United Nations to its former splendor. I started this group a few years ago when I noticed how immoral the government has gotten and how the gap between the rich and poor keeps on widening. In short, the country was falling apart and no one was putting it back together.”
“So what are you trying to do? How are you going to restore the United Nations?”
“Our members are few,” Dr. Spencer admitted. “But that’s because the Restorers is still a relatively new group. However, all our members are hardworking and loyal, which is better than having a million unfaithful members.”
