Lost Soul

Recollection of a lost soul

Every great story has an equally great beginning... Except mine.. I wish I could say otherwise but I can't even remember my own name. Surrounded by this.. Unruly confinement,four walls and savages excuse for a door with a slit only meant for one to peek through at one's captives.at least there was a caged off hole in the ceiling that allowed very little light, which I assumed was used to feed whatever they locked in here before me. soaked in blood from my bandaged torso. Seemingly from a gash acrossed my chest. I can't remember anything, like a slate that has been whipped clean. No recollection of a past or childhood,no family, not a single memory. 'What happened to me? What is this place?' I thought aloud to myself.
"This, young lad, is hell.. Or at least a place very similar to what I'd believe hell to be, if such a place existed.." Rumbled a decrepit voice that vibrated through my containment chamber sending a strange tingly sensation to every sense of my being.
"Who said that?" I shouted as I frantically surveyed the pitch black darkness around me. "Tis I boyo" rang some old mans raggedy voice as he slowly emerged from the shadows behind me.
" WHAT THE HELL MAN!! Have you been lurking back there the whole time I was examining myself?" I exclaimed with a slightly creeped out tone.
"You ask that as if I had choice in the matter kid, don't flatter yourself, its not like there's anything else entertaining to stare at in complete silence down here." I could tell he was teasing my comprehension of the situation but he was right I suppose. None the less , my newly found cell mate was far beyond unsettling with his demeanor. He stepped out further into the small cracks of light with the sound of a cane taping with each step. I couldn't get as good of a look at his face as I would have liked but from what I could tell , he had a scar horizontally over his eyes that were shut at the moment. The wrinkliest skin I have ever seen, well that I can ever REMEMBER seeing, and a full white beard that disappeared into the shadows around his waist. Clearly a sign that he had been here for ages.
" so.. what got your fresh meat smellin' arse tossed into a place like this kid? Must've been bad, must've been REALLY bad.." He mumbled curiously. " I can't remember and even if i-"
"They locked you up because you 'can't remember'? That's awfully stupid of them. I guess they'll pick up riff-raff for anything these days." He stated as he DELIBERATELY cut me off mid-sentence.
"No, I mean I can't remember anything, who I am , why i'm here... None of that." I said as I leaned back against a wall and slid down into a crouched self loathing position.
"Ah! Amnesia huh? Must be some sort of defect.. Maybe that's why you're in here. Can't trust a malfunction on a killing spree with no recollection of what he did." He declared almost cheerfully. "Defect? Malfunction? What the hell are you talking about you psychotic old bag of bones? Ya know what and why are you so concerned huh? What's YOUR name and why is YOUR creepy old ass in here?" I was fed up with his antics , his accusations weren't helping me, its bad enough that I have no idea of what I am, I'm not gonna let some crazy old bat in this 'cave' put thoughts in my head.
I couldn't see his face anymore but I could sense he was staring at me with complete disregard for the strength of which I snapped. As if he wasnt afraid at all even though he just assumed I was a serial killer. He was silent for a moment before responding with... " it has been eons since my name has been used or even asked for... So long in fact that I have forgotten it myself.. One's name does not determine anything." He seemed calm at first but that last sentence sounded malicious almost as though he despised it or the fact that he forgot his own name over the years. " I was brought here as a child. This place is my 'home'. This facility has been called many names in my time but its true name is Sector Oolasylum. Tis the place where THEY bring those whom don't fit in their perfect narrow minded society." He hesitantly whispered. " whatever the reason is that brought you here , I assume that whatever you did, went against their plans for their agenda. That's why I'm here." He said as he came closer, this time his entire body being illuminated by the light. The half of his face I couldn't see before now shined brightly in the moonlight. A metallic skeleton, partially covered in synthetic skin, more so covered than not but still a gruesome sight to behold for one such a myself. He opened his eyes to reveal optical orbs of some type of glowing plasma. I realized that the scar across his eyes were surgical, but for what reason, I had no clue. " Woah! Holy sh-.. I mean ahem" I cleared my throat in hopes to appear nonchalant although my initial reaction was a dead give away as to just how freaked out I really was.
He took a step back " is it really that bad ? I haven't been able to see myself in awhile, they shut me down when ever they come for me because of my resilience. I don't blame you for freaking out I'm sure they've given me quite the beating. now you see me for what I am. ' the first of my kind' they say. Funny how the that usually means an old piece of junk. I'm the first attempt of artificial intelligence incorporated in a living synthetic flesh animatronic. Or in other words an Android."
I didn't know what to say. I was in complete shock? An Android? What era am I in where technology is this advanced? How did I not even know this type of thing existed? Sector Oolasylum? Just What kind of business do they conduct here? All these questions and still no answer to who or what I am. What if I'm an android? How would I even know?
He continued to stare at me while I pondered my very own existence and tried to gather my thoughts and recompose myself. Almost as if he knew exactly what I was thinking. "you're not an Android" he said "I may be old but I can still do a Proper body scan. And you, my newly acquired cell mate, just ain't got what it takes to be something like me." He announced with a smug tone. "There is one rather peculiar thing about you though, quite odd for a human in fact."
"Oh really? And what might that be?" I gave him that smug attitude right back. The Android then proceeded to stretch what I thought was his cane towards my stomach only to discover it was a metallic arm bone complete with hand and apossable thumb. He gripped exposed wiring to manipulate the index finger into the pointing manner and lifted a lower segment of the bandage on my torso, poked me and simply said " No belly button."