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Light…that was the first impression that I experienced of the world. I bathed in its warm incandescence and was just getting comfortable, when as suddenly as it came, it departed. Raising myself up carefully, I took in my current surroundings. It was a small, clinical room, rather bare except for the comfortable hospital bed I was sitting on…bliss. Why did I wake up in the first place anyway? Closing my eyes, I laid my head back onto the pillow, when I was interrupted by a polite throat clearing.

"Ahem…" The source of interruption came from a young man sitting next to my bed, with a look of slight puzzlement from being ignored for so long, but also…concern. He wasn't saying a word though, as if looking for the right thing to say and was absentmindedly brushing away his dark fringe, so it was up to me to break the ice.

"Uh…I don't mean to be rude, but who exactly are you? Looking at that coat, you're probably some kind of scientist right?" To my slight relief, he replied. Good. Just antisocial…probably. But it didn't explain his flinch.

"Ah! Um…yes, of sorts. It's good to…make an acquaintance with you…" trailing off, probably since he didn't know my name yet. Whoops.

"Aizawa. Aizawa Inori. It's nice to meet you…" And then I also stopped, realising I also had no idea what his name was.

"Eulith. Donovan. And I truly hope that memory loss of yours goes away soon." Huh? Amnesia? The look on my face prompted Eulith to explain.

"I did warn the surgeons about this risk. Usually, updates never cause this sort of problem. However, you, Inori, are different. For some reason, changes in your programming leave you in a blank state. I had just recovered your memories when they announced another operation on you." Huh. Amnesia. It didn't really feel that way, I mean, I hadn't forgotten how to breathe or anything and I had no idea what he meant about 'programming'. But it did explain his puzzlement.

"So…does that mean I knew you?" and if a librarian could explode, Eulith did just that.

"Knew me? You…we…" spluttering, but then, as abruptly as his fit started, Eulith subsided, resumed his contemplative state, brushed his fringe back again and sat back down.

"I suppose you've also forgotten where we are, and what you're role here is as well?" he said, rather sullenly.

"To be honest…yes." Darn it. Only after did I realise how tactless sounding that was.

Eulith stood back up and gave a hand to me.

"Then I suppose it's time to re-introduce you to the World Wide Web," he paused, after I had successfully extricated myself from the covers and added, as if on afterthought "but you may want to change out of that extremely revealing one-piece. Even the Internet has stan…" Wait...what the heck?! How could I have not noticed what I was wearing? I grabbed at the bed sheets and quickly wrapped them around me. I probably wouldn't have stood out at a toga party. In regards to Eulith's politeness, I was glad he didn't laugh. He opened the door, fingers crossed to somewhere with better clothes.

"The women's changing rooms are to the left. Hopefully you'll be able to find something a little more modest."

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Well, I hope to see more about Inori. Guess I'll be racking my brains for now. Expect weekly updates. ^_^