I've decided that there is no longer any point in trying to keep track of the time and location, as the location never changes and I have really no means to keep track of the time, well not at this time anyway.
After several of what I assume to be days. I was escorted to plain looking room with nothing in it but a table with a man sitting across from where I was. The guard left immediately leaving me with the man. The man held a file in his hands; he looked up at me for a moment then gestured to the chair across from him.
"Have a seat if you please,"
I sat down slowly across from him. For awhile neither of us said anything. I looked at him and he read the file in his hands without saying a word. Finally he put the file down.
"You're not quite what I had imagined after reading your file,"
"The world rarely works as we imagine it does," I answered simply.
He smiled, "How true,"
Silence again.
"My name is Doctor George Muller; I will be the one in charge of you and your cellmates for the foreseeable future,"
"A doctor," I said not able to hide my smirk.
"I get the feeling you're not here to give us our flu shots,"
Doctor Muller laughed, "No I'm afraid not, but I will tell you that thorough you and the others, much will be gained for the Empire,"
"You'll forgive me if I say that's of little consequence to one such as I,"
"Of course, I would expect such an answer," The doctor said.
We stared at each for a moment.
"Tell me doctor, if we are merely lab rats for you, why do you come to talk to me?"
"Your file intrigued me, I wanted to meet the man behind the paperwork, and I see a lot of potential in you,"
"I'm honored," I said, voice full of sarcasm.
The doctor merely smiled and tapped the file on the desk. A guard entered through the door, I slowly got to my feet knowing this 'meeting' was over.
"Thank you for your time today, Subject 4479," The doctor said.
"My pleasure," I said, thinking back to how long it had been since I had heard my own name. After that they simply returned me to my cell. I sit now with only my thoughts for company and I find myself wondering, 'What meaning is there in a name?' I have a name but is there really any meaning in what others call me? After all a name is just a group of letters arranged in a certain and its meaning is different as the culture that gives it. So then what is the point of a name and for that matter what makes one name better than another? Yet, on the other hand, a person's name is one of their most precious possessions; it gives them a sense of identity and at times comfort. It might inspire them with its meaning and history or foretell to them a warning of those who carried it and are infamous for it. It has been a long time since I have been called my name, and today I feel like putting to paper who I am.
My name is…………….. *paper torn here*
June 15 2017
Subject: My First Interviews
I held my first interviews today with my subjects and I must say I was quite disappointed. Almost all of them are your typical run of the mill prisoners, no imagination or interesting in anything besides themselves. There was one exception though a young man, he shows a great deal of intelligence and poise when he speaks and unlike the other prisoners his eyes show a glint of something more than animal cruelty, dare I say they show a hint of certainty. As if he knows something that gives him confidence that he will one day see beyond these walls. That is hardly likely though, one does not commit the crimes he was convicted of and ever expect to be freed, and yet when I look at him I myself wonder about that. Regardless about who he was outside of these walls, inside he is merely Subject 4479, nothing more nothing less. I also paid a visit to C.C. today, besides demanding pizza she declined to speak with me. I'll have the technicians get some tissue samples from her tonight. Tomorrow this experiment truly begins.