The Kip Identity

Bound to Do Bad

John suddenly awoke from his slumber. Dazed and confused, he looked around at his surroundings. He had no idea where he was, or what was going on. John was locked in a large concrete room, with no windows. There was one light in the corner of his cell; a small lamp that lit a dim light throughout the room. John had to find out what was going on. He got to his feet, and patted around the walls of the room, until he felt the handle to a large steel door. Still weary from his sleep, he banged against the steel door. He yanked and yanked on the handle. It loosened a little. He continued to pull at the door until it busted open, and fell forwards. John was surprised that the door gave way that quickly. He wondered how long he had been asleep. There was a sign next to the doorway. It read, "Solitary Confinement". 

Slowly, John peeked his head out of the door. There was nothing. Absolutely nothing. There was nothing but white space around him, like a blank canvas. He thought he must be dreaming. This can't be real life, right? He was hesitant to take a step out of the room, because he feared he would fall into an eternal abyss. John took one step out of the room. There was stable ground that he could walk on. He continued to walk forward, though he had no idea where he was going. Step after step, walking into nowhere. He thought all hope was lost, until he thumped his head into yet another steel door. This one was unlocked, however, and John pulled the handle and looked outside. Immediately, he was blinded by the light that shot through the doorway and into his eyes. The sun. John had very little memory of the sun. He remembered this place from somewhere. Did he live here? Or did his whole life take place in that concrete box?He couldn't remember.  

John stumbled out of the doorway, as he was unfamiliar with walking on bumpy, natural ground. He looked behind him, into the door. Above the doorway there was spray painted text that had a familiar ring to it. "Artificial Intelligence Penitentiary". Why did that sound familiar? John put his hands against his head, trying to pull some memories from the past. His hands felt cold, and metallic. Like a robot's hands. Slowly he lowered his hands in front of his eyes. John's hands had wires and metal sticking out of small holes in his fleshy skin. Suddenly a piercing pain shot through his head. It was a memory, or flashback of some sort. He didn't know what the memory was, what is was about, or how to view his memory. He just knew it was a memory. He must be the "Artificial Intelligence" that the scribbled text above the door was referring to. Then, he remembered that the door said "penitentiary". Prison. 'Did I do something wrong?' he asked himself. John had no memories of doing something wrong. No memories at all.