He woke up and looked around. It was raining outside. He sat up, everything was fuzzy. He looked at the devastated landscape around him, buildings crumbled and lifeless cars littering the street. He lifted himself from the small bench he had been sleeping on, sitting right outside a small diner with a large neon light flickering. "Eat," it said. He stood up and walked inside the diner. The tables and seats were scattered across the floor. What happened here? He mused to himself. As a matter of fact, where is here? More importantly, who am I and why am I here? He walked towards the kitchen and came upon a small table that was still upright. On it was a small container of fries; he picked one up and took a bite. Cold, He thought as he stuck the rest of the fry in his mouth, but recently made. He heard footsteps outside and quickly hid himself in the kitchen. A man with pale-gray skin walked in. He had large eyes and pointed ears. His mouth was full of fangs and his tongue was forked. He examined his own skin, dark red, and his own eyes, average size... presumably. He felt his own teeth, molars, canine, incisors, premolars. He examined his own ears, rounded, not pointed. Conclusion: we are not of the same species... though, it would be useful to know my own species, or my own name for that matter. Suddenly, he heard another being enter. He looked across the room in the darkness, making out the figure of a young girl standing in the door way. She had long, black locks upon her head that were drenched from the precipitation outside. Young, appears to be at the peak of her adolescence, puberty is the causation of hormonal imbalances, most likely to result in emotional outburst.
"Daddy... why?" She said through sniffling. He looked over to the first being, who had been eating the fries that appeared to belong to the young female that stood in the doorway. Confirmed. Adolescent female upset with paternal unit for eating her food. Analysis: Trivial matter, emotional anguish present, most likely due to unresolved issues between the two in tandem with the females hormonal imbalance from puberty. Course of action: Ignore, best not to get involved in familial disputes, and the matter appears to be inconsequential. He turned towards the back exit ,out of the kitchen, and outside. It was still raining. Surroundings appear to have been devastated from some sort of conflict. Present area appears to have once been largely populated, now desolate. He put his hands in the pocket of the jacket he was wearing, coming in contact with an item within. He retrieved the unidentified object from his coat pocket and examined it. In his hand he held what appeared to be a photograph, nothing especially impressive. As a matter of fact, the photo was worn, faded, and had a tear in the top left corner. Initial analysis: humanoid figure, long hair, olive skin, blue eyes, straight teeth comprised of four separate classifications of incisors, molars, premolars, and canine. Round ears and rounded tongue. Conclusion: Also not the same species as those present in the diner, possibly the same species as myself, with different skin pigmentation. He placed the picture back in his pocket and investigated his person further, finding a small, tube-like device strapped to his belt. . He examined it. Initial Analysis:This device is more sophisticated than the previous. Small piece of technology powered by a small device consisting of one or more electrochemical cells that convert stored chemical energy into electrical energy. He turned the device in his hands as he examined the outside of it. He did so until he found a small, red button on the one side of it, which he proceeded to press. A fuzzy projection appeared.
"Happy birthday!" a unison of voices called out.
"Aww, geez." a voice said. Video is in first person, appears to be a memory. My memory perhaps? "You guys didn't need to do this." The source of the voice said as he outstretched his arms before him, revealing a pale complexion. The red-skinned entity gazed down upon his own hands. Complexions do no match, this is not my memory, but if this reminiscence does not belong to me, who does it belong to, and how did it come to be in my possession?
"No, but we wanted to." The red-skinned being diverted his attention back towards the small device in his hand as he heard a strong, piercing female voice come from it. The image on the projection turned towards the voice, revealing a young woman with long, blonde hair, blue eyes, and straight, white teeth. The woman from the picture! Interesting. Two items on my person that correlate with a particular individual, importance unknown. The projection became became fuzzier and fuzzier, eventually disappearing completely. The device shut off as the battery was exhausted. He examined the device further, opening it up to take a look inside. Device appears to be the storage device for a partial brain emulator. Rudimentary device, technology is insufficient for the transfer of the entire mind, only holds enough capacity to store a single memory. Relevance of such a device: unknown. How I came into possession of this device: unknown. Too much is unknown.