8-Brainwashing: The Discovery.

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Alyssa looked scared and confused.
"What do you mean who am I? Its me, Alyssa!" She said.
"Who?" Trevor asked, looking confused.
"Alyssa Carson, your girlfriend!" She said, before taking out pictures of them two.
"Listen, Alyssa. I don't know how you got those pictures, but I don't remember taking them. Please get off my property." Trevor said, before walking inside and closing the door.
Alyssa felt like crying. She ran in her car and sped off.

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She was home, crying and eating ice cream thinking what have she done wrong.
She decided to call her father.
She had told him what had happened that morning. Alexander was confused. Trevor would never do that. He thought. So he decided to visit him.
"Hi. How can I help you?" Trevor asked, holding his head.
Alexander stares at him.
"You don't remember me, Alexander Carson?" Alexander asked, looking concerned.
"I cannot remember anything, and my head is throbbing severely." Trevor says, looking unhappy.
"Really? I want you to come by my office tomorrow. The Oxford Medical Complex." Alexander said, giving him a card.

The next morning....
Trevor's POV:
When I woke up the next morning, my head was still hurting, just less than yesterday. After I took a shower and put on some clothes, I got in my Tesla Model X and drove to The Oxford Medical Center. I saw that Alexander's Chevrolet Equinox Diesel was parked by the door so I parked and went inside. I went to the receptionist's desk and asked for him. When she told me, I went inside his office.
"Hello, Trevor. Come with me." He said.
He carried me to a room where there was this scanner. He told me to lay down on the bed so he can get a scan of my brain. The bed carried me in the scanner and a few minutes later, took me out. When I got up he carried me into the screening room. When the x-ray was shown on the screen, Alexander and I gasped. On my cerebellum was a chip. Alexander read up about and he told me how the chip took certain information from the brain and stored it in the chip. He told me not to worry, because it can be removed through surgery. I nodded. We went back into his office to sign some papers allowing him to do the surgery. When I left, I prepared myself for surgery.

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