Relaunch

Epilogue

I agreed with my head affirmatively. All my memories just came back to my mind in a flood of moments, like watching a movie made of moments I didn't remember. The day I meet my wife, cinema dates, when we argue and once she left me, the moment we get back together, when we made love hidden from our parents, college days, and then the wedding.

I started to cry. I had lost all what made sense to my life. I loved her so much, and I see how she loved me. When she got pregnant, every single day and every single preparation for the birth. Every moment just went back to my memory. I just could cry in a strange mix of joy and sorrow.

My baby, Amanda. Little girl. My treasure.

A bunch of emotions exploded in my heart. Frustration when she cried at sleepless nights. Feeling so proud when she started to walk her first step. Everyday came back.

Robert. You were with us all the time. You were part of the family. We started the company together and I always trusted you as if you were my brother. So, you are my brother. I love you too so much it hurts.

First day of school. Every day she went to school as she grew up. She looked so happy, so smart. She wanted to have a younger brother or sister. Why not? Yes. We may grow up the family. Bad moments were the few. Normal days looked so special for me now. Holidays were heaven. I wanted my life back, I wanted to keep all my memories back.

The day Amanda died felt so painful I screamed. I saw her in the street covered of blood and I knew who he was. I cried, my heartbeat increased in an insane rage. I found him, got him in my car and drove to the cabin. I brutally murdered him under the autumn leaves, in the forest, as real as I dreamed it.

But revenge couldn't bring my baby back. It didn't heal anything. Next memories were a nightmare. I saw myself only screaming and crying day after day. I am feeling this way now. Please, kill me. I am now screaming and crying please, please, kill me.

Fuzzy memories about the judgments, the court, the councils, the doctors. Drugs to calm my rage and painkillers for dozens. The people from New Life came to see me and I only can beg them to kill me. The offer me to remove this pain, to forget everything, to root it everything out, to delete my memories.

Being erased is somehow being killed. I agree.

They did the tests, they plugged me to the monitors and screens that showed my brain damage. Soon I will be killed. I stopped crying and screaming because all my pain and sorrow will be extirpated like a tumor. I let them do their work.

Today is the day of my relaunch. They tell me the terms and conditions. I agree them all.

As they plug my head to the machine, I count seconds to be released. The process started, I can feel it, but I loose the sense of being forgetting memories. I am more calmed. I am forgetting what I am forgetting, or why I am here.

Why am I here?

- Do you know where you are?

- ...

- Do you recognize this room? What about this logo?

- ...

- Don't be afraid, everything is ok. You just need some time to adjust your new "relaunch".

- ...

- Please, don't touch the regenerating device.

THE END