Psychiatrist

"Mr Black this is Miss Lewis, she's going to do an evaluation of your mental wellbeing." Said Vidic, while introducing the woman standing next to him. She was a slightly short, middle aged woman, slightly plump with brown hair, she was wearing a modest black skirt and jacket, and she had a clipboard with her as well.

"Nice to meet you Mr Black" her voice was professional but yet inviting, perfect for someone who's going to analyse my every word. Michael had never liked shrink's much, anyone that has the ability to read another person's mind freaked him out, and he didn't much like stage illusionists either.

"Please call me Michael" he said as he shook her hand, "No one else around here seems to" he looked at Vidic then and gave him a flat look.

"Ok then Michael, you may call me Betty." she gave him a smile which Michael guessed she had practiced in front of a mirror because it put him at ease immediately. They stood there for a moment in an awkward silence, although Michael guessed the woman in front of him was making up her mind about what kind of man he was from his body language, goddamn mind reading witch, he hoped that none of his apprehension showed on his face.

"Well why don't we get started, Warren could you please give us the room?" Said Betty in a not so much forceful way but her voice was that of someone used to getting what she wanted.

Vidic left them alone in the room and she and Michael sat down on two identical chairs in the corner of the room, the animus was in sight over to their right.

"So how is this gonna work, do I sit here and tell you about my father?" asked Michael as a joke, but Betty was all business.

"Would you like to talk about your parents?" she asked. Remembering one of his sessions when he was his dad, Michael didn't want to think about his parents again.

"Not particularly Betty." He replied.

"Very well as you wish. Then why don't we begin with how you're finding your stay in the quarters Abstergo has given you."

Michael didn't answer straight away. If this was an evaluation of his mental wellbeing then he should be as honest as possible, but if this was some kind of test of Vidic's, and he wouldn't put it past the man, then he would have to choose his words carefully.

"They're ok I guess" He figured saying as little as he could for now would be the best course of action.

"How about the food, they feeding you what you want?" she sounded like a concerned mother but her face still didn't reflect her voice.

"The food's good." He still didn't know what to make of her.

"How about being away from your family for this long a time, does that make you feel sad at all?"

"It's only been a month. But I guess I kind of want to see them again, when I signed the contract I knew I wouldn't be authorised to leave this place for the duration. That was okay with me because I'm not too close to my family, but staying here in this room for six months is going to be pretty difficult." He had decided to talk to her, if Vidic truly were testing him, and Michael failed the test, then the only thing that could really happen would be that he would be demoted back down to the I.T department and his life would go back to normal. On the other hand if this was an actual evaluation then he could be screwing himself over if he didn't go along with it.

"One month. I see." Said Betty, she made a quick note on her clipboard and then spoke again. "How're you finding the Animus, most people who hear about it think someone's playing a joke on them".

"To be honest, this machine is unlike anything I have ever seen before, I've had a lot of time to think about this and as humans we shouldn't be able to have this technology yet, we're not that advanced, but then I go inside it and I see all these memories of people who have lived and died, and supposedly I'm related to all of them" replied Michael.

"What do you mean we shouldn't have this technology?"

"I'm not saying we shouldn't I'm saying that with the science and technology we have now we shouldn't be able to build a machine liked this, this machine is hundreds of years more advanced than anything that's out there right now"

"Maybe we're more advanced than you thought"

"Maybe but even so, the idea of genetic memory is only a theory, it's has no practical data relating to it, unless some were collected this machine shouldn't wo-" His breath stopped. This was the feeling he had the first time he was in the Animus, this feeling of intense pressure. The world went black around him. Then white wisps appeared that formed into shapes of people. They were walking in a crowd, these ghostly figures. One of them broke off the crowd and was walking towards Michael, his body felt like it weighed a tonne, his breathing was laboured and he was wheezing. The ghostly figure solidified into that of a woman. She was the woman he had first seen in the animus, she was still distorted, her skin wasn't the right colour for a human, it was almost blue and it was glowing in parts, the only parts of her that weren't distorted were her eyes and her raven black hair. Her hands softly touched his face and lifted his head up to see her properly. She started to speak but yet again he couldn't hear her, he could hear a distant whispering but the sounds weren't loud enough for him to make out the words. The whispering was slowly getting louder but his ears were pounding with his blood, he felt like his head was going to explode again. The whispering was getting louder, he could almost make out words now, and then it turned into the voice of the woman, an almost ethereal sound, like notes from a piano. He could only make out one sentence from her before he snapped out of it.

"Don't trust him"