The man inserted the syringe. "How long until it goes into effect?" I ask. He doesn't answer.
I stare at the liquid, translucent as my memories will soon be.
Dr. Manson enters my cell. I glare at him with as much disdain as I can muster, to which he says, "This is for your own good. No one can ever know what happened. We've gone through too much to lose."
I stay silent, wishing none of this ever happened. They told us this would make the world safe. That no one would get hurt like before.
"Some will still remember. Those that do will be dangerous and will not be tolerated. This is for your safety as well as the world's. I wish you good luck."
The sanitation sheet is icy against my back. My heart monitor constantly beeps.
I watch as the doctor cleans the skin on my neck. I shut my eyes awaiting the thin needle. "Three. . . two. . . one." At first nothing happens, but then I slowly feel myself losing consciousness. Two more seconds and my mind slips into oblivion.
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Amnesia
Science FictionThe Addendum Tablet was made to supplement life and all human needs. Life was sufficient and there was order. But little did they know that it was created with a "defect" that could change everything. Wars and uprising were brought on by the unfai...
