Detention Centre

France gains consciousness while hearing a lot of people talking. It felt as if the sound was floating around like waves, one moment it's so close and then it's far away. He opens his eyes. He's lying on a cold dirty floor. He tries to sit up but a sharp pain in his head kept him down. He looks around lying down. There are more people in the room. Some are knocked out like him. Some are sitting here and there and some are trying to walk with support. They're talking in a low voice. He tries to sit up again. Someone screams, "Another one!"

France tries to look if it was told to him but the pain stops him. He doesn't try anymore. He rests his head on knees. Someone says, "Don't keep sitting down. Get up, walk."

France looks at the man, "Are you talking to me?"

The man with messy hair and red eyes nods, "Who else would I say this?"

"What is this place?" France asks.

The man bursts into laughter, talks to another person standing, "He still doesn't know where he is!"

A man with pale white skin says, "You're at detention centre. Where they bring criminals like us."

"I didn't do any crime."

Now a lot more people laughs out. One of them says, "Everyone says that the first time."

France says, "I crashed a robot with zitacode."

The man with red eyes asks, "That's all? Nothing else? A couple of murders?"

"No. I didn't."

"Side business? There's some good narcotics in black market."

France shakes head, "No. I didn't do anything like that."

The man with pale skin says, "Of course you did. Why would they bring you here otherwise? You just can't remember."

France doesn't say anything. The man says, "They'll find everything in checkup."

"Check up? What check up?" France asks.

"Still don't know about check up?"

Someone says, "He came for the first time. So he doesn't know anything."

Someone else says, "First time is always problematic. But you'll get used to it."

At this time the door opens and a robot in red uniform puts up a tracker. A man starts to shake uncontrollably. He jumps up and says, "Coming... I'm coming"

The man almost runs to the door and walks with the robot. After they leave, the man with red eyes says, "This is humiliating."

Someone asks, "What is?"

"A robot alerts our t-chip. We're not robots. We all have a name. They can call us by name."

France asks, "Why did they take him away?"

"They'll do the check up. To check on his crimes."

"How will they know?"

"They has a system. A flawless one. There's nothing you can hide."

"What happens if he's a criminal?"

"They used to kill off. Now they replace the memories."

A man standing by says, "Killing iff was better than that."

The man with pale skin says, "There's no difference between killing and replacing memories."

"Yes, there is." The man says angrily. "It's over if they kill us. But when they replace memories, my body will be there but I won't exist any more. Why would someone else live in my body when I can't?"

"Why not? Your body's still there."

The people starts arguing loudly. France moves to a corner and closes his eyes.

After some time the robot comes in and takes them out one by one with the t-chip tracker. The tracker makes a wave in t-chip signalling nerves. People really don't get treated like humans here.

France was sitting there for a long time. Suddenly he feels a shock in his body. This is his turn. He jumps up. He feels another wave in his body. Stronger and more painful than before. He raises his hand, "I'm coming."

The man with red eyes tells him, "Don't be scared, boy. Just keep your eyes closed."

France doesn't really understand where he has to keep his eyes closed. But he doesn't try to either. He runs to the robot. The shock in his body still doesn't go away.

He along with the robot stops in front of a room. He understands this is where the check up will happen. He enters the room. There are a lot of monitors and machines around a chair. A man is sitting closely.

France says, "There was a mistake. I didn't do anything. I only crashed a robot with zitacode. But that can't be a crime-"

The man keeps staring at him. France doesn't understand if he listened to anything. He says again, "I think you could let me go."

The man points at the chair, "Sit."

France tries again, "I don't think it's necessary. I didn't-"

The man says unbothered, "Sit here."

France sits on the chair. The man says, "Rest your head here."

France rests his head behind. Something like cylinders locks his head from both sides. France tries to asks, "What are you doing?"

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