I forgot everything as soon as I passed into my new world. And that was what this was, my new reality. Any personal history I had with me had simply been erased. Parents, siblings, friends. Wiped from my mind. Perhaps the one solace being that I knew the caveats of this new world and thus it was likely I had no one.

They were selective of what memories we were allowed to keep. For one, I remember signing the papers. The rustles of the large stacks of sheaves. I knew what a contract was. I knew a handful of things, but as my mind alighted upon them, they were whisked away. The details were far away, like the faint memory of birth, if I had it. I was doubtful they would be having any bearing of me thus forth.

Personality. That was one thing they allowed, else what were we but empty shells, blank slates once we entered? Tabula Rasa. I raised my mental attention at the term, or rather the clear theory in my mind? That was funny, in a way, even though despite not even knowing my name but nonetheless feeling firm in my own mental state I very well might be shaped into something new.