(So excited about this by the way! This is gonna be my best fanfiction yet! XD)

You open the file and begin.

REPORT FILES
REPORT: SUBJECT 70
RECORDED REVIEW 1

Subject sits in the room.

He seems impatient.

In comes Our Man.

He takes a seat.

0006500107001170010900097: "Hey there, 'bout time you arrived."

70: "'Bout time my ass. Your thugs kidnapped me!"

Note: translator garbles. Inform supervisor.

0006500107001170010900097: "I've asked for you to come here for months. Please try to understand the position I'm in."

70: "I don't need some federal shrink. Just leave me be."

0006500107001170010900097: "I know with all the craziness going on lately, you find me… suspicious. But even though I'm sent by your government to ensure your recovery, I truly want to help you. Helping people is why I became a therapist, after all."

70: "..."

0006500107001170010900097: "And, of course, if I don't succeed, something might, uh... heh, happen…"

70: "..."

0006500107001170010900097: "Ah, well, I guess dark humor isn't your forte, huh? Or maybe it is? I guess I'll find out over the course of our sessions."

Our Man sits back in his chair and looks over his clipboard.

0006500107001170010900097: "I have to say, I'm very flattered to be chosen for such an important task so early in my career. All of your documents are covered in confidential stamps…"

Our Man flips the paper over.

0006500107001170010900097: "Don't worry, I'm up to speed on people like you. I never knew people like you were possible! Being a man of science, I thought it was some kinda joke at first."

Our Man lays his clipboard on his lap and looks up.

0006500107001170010900097: "Anyway, it's an honor to meet you. I'm very curious about the things you've seen and heard, uh…"

Our Man looks down at his clipboard.

0006500107001170010900097: "Prussia! Yes, Prussia! The great military state, the Sparta of the North! ...um, as they say. Sorry, I really like history. This really is a dream come true for me."

Subject furrows his brow.

Our Man clears his throat.

0006500107001170010900097: "Um, anyway, let's actually get down to business. I've been informed that you and several others went missing for months. Can you tell me where you were?"

70: "No."

0006500107001170010900097: "Why not?"

70: "You're reporting back to the assholes who put us all in that hellhole, aren't you?"

0006500107001170010900097: "Hellhole?"

Subject is losing his temper.

70: "Stop acting dumb! Why else would I be dragged here against my will?! I'm not even-!"

0006500107001170010900097: "Not even what?"

Subject clenches his fists.

70: "I'm not even a country anymore! I'm not needed to keep West going! I'm useless!"

0006500107001170010900097: "So since you're useless, why are you still here?"

70: "I-!" Moment of silence. He looks to the lower-right and speaks normally again. "...how should I fucking know?"

0006500107001170010900097: "Without anyone to represent, your kind disappears, correct? So since you're still here, that must mean your actions are affecting a group of people out there somehow. Do you want them to suffer as much as you have?"

Subject doesn't respond. Avoiding eye contact to the lower-right.

Our Man sighs.

0006500107001170010900097: "You mentioned a 'West'; I'm guessing this refers to Western Germany?"

70: "He's my brother; what about it?"

0006500107001170010900097: "Wait, your kind have familial ties? How interesting! Well, I guess your relationship does make sense given European history. So, who would be considered your father? Hm, there's a lot of options… maybe the Roman Empire? Or Germania? Or maybe the Holy Roman Empire? My ancient European history is pretty rusty so I can't make a very good guess. Oh, now I'm getting excited! Would Britain and Ireland be considered brothers? I mean, it would make sense but I don't exactly understand how this works yet. What a wonderful thought! How about- YEOUCH!"

Our Man is stopped.

Subject perks up.

0006500107001170010900097: "Um… ah… an-anyway, I'll just go on to asking you some basic questions to see how much you know, okay? Alright, let's begin."

Our Man looks down at his clipboard briefly.

0006500107001170010900097: "Question one: what's your name?"

70: "You already told me my name. What's the point in asking that question?"

0006500107001170010900097: "Oh, uh… did I really? W-Well then..."

Subject smirks.

70: "Kesesese, off to a great start, aren't we asshole?"

0006500107001170010900097: "I-I'll have you know I graduated top in my class."

70: "I'll have you know that I'm going to get back at you and your sadistic group! One way or another."

Our Man starts losing his composure.

0006500107001170010900097: "I'm not-!"

Our Man takes a breath.

0006500107001170010900097: "...question two: where do you live?"

70: "In Candyland."

0006500107001170010900097: "You know what? I think we're done for today."

70: "Great, now untie me and let me leave."

Our Man gets up and walks over to the door.

He opens it and in comes the machine.

0006500107001170010900097: "I'm sorry but you're not gonna be leaving here anytime soon."

The machine is rolled over next to subject. Subject starts getting jittery.

70: "Hey, hey! What are you planning on doing?!"

0006500107001170010900097: "Your government requires a recording of your memories as well to ensure the truth."

An officer holds down subject as another officer puts everything in place.

They walk out.

70: "Wait, so what was the point in that whole conversation then?!"

0006500107001170010900097: "Just recording your memories won't make you recover from whatever happened. I wasn't lying when I told you I'm here to get you back on your feet."

Our Man grabs a syringe from the machine.

0006500107001170010900097: "Unfortunately, since this technology is fairly new, it can only display your memories through a projector. While the camera records, you'll have to watch it all."

Subject suddenly starts perspiring; his eyes grow larger.

70: "You… You can't be serious!"

0006500107001170010900097: "Hold still."

Our Man hurriedly inserts the syringe into subject's arm.

Subject grits his teeth.

0006500107001170010900097: "The machine also cannot display your memories while you're asleep, so this injection fixes that problem for at least an hour."

70: "Gah! ..m...my chest…"

0006500107001170010900097: "I'm really sorry for this. But it must be done. Plus, facing those memories once again might do some good in your recovery."

Subject starts to shake.

70: "You… you bastards! You sadists! Why can't you just leave me alone?!"

0006500107001170010900097: "Nobody has shown up except for you. Everyone is panicking and yet you still won't tell anyone about what happened. This must be done if the government can ever hope to track them down and find out who was responsible."

70: "I'll cooperate, alright?! I'll tell you everything you need to know! Don't make me see it all over again! Please!"

0006500107001170010900097: "I'm… I'm sorry. This has to be done regardless."

Our Man flips the switch and heads toward the door.

70: "Come back here! I'll tell you everything! I'll tell you what happened to everyone! Please!"

Our Man leaves the room.

70: "GET BACK HERE!"

The projector begins.

END OF RECORDED REVIEW 1

(see Subject 70 Data 1)

You browse the shelves and find the disk. A DVD player awaits nearby.