Chapter 1
A.D.A.M
Assimilating Personalities
Aliens and Robots… and Demons Too?
I looked upon the admitted for six full dread analyzing minutes, as I walked from one assigned single-unit living space (or what was referred to as being the apartments for the benefit of the- many patients that are being held here within this facility) to each and every next… the apartments? They are more like prison cells… the forced psyche collective government incarceration of those individuals that are judged by the mind doctors to be a danger to themselves and to those around them.
I do my very best at trying to be composed and professional among these lost, of minded troubled individuals as I progress from minimum security Wards A to Ward D, and passed the next thirteen high security attention wards; and then finally make my way to my intended destination Ward R- maximum security.
My silent thoughts, they continually dwell on the caste ideals of modern identity labeling curiously by those I schooled with and tutored under. For of these stranger- behavior ideas; they were exhibited in the collective psychotic behavior of every one of the patients institutionalized within this secured government facility.
The question of days old recollections- keep occurring to me. You know, the one weird query of your personality type, in where another teen- in trying to get to know you asks you if you are a robot or an alien.
I never really did give these curious kids any kind of answer. By then, I was in my senior year of high school, and I was ready to move forward with my life.
I never did give these strange- probing questions (alien or otherwise… as bad as- thoughts of alien probing might actually- seem in any realistic threatening) any trust in serious consideration; but that was before I met Patient R0013… Adam…
After my bizarre first encounter with this patient, I too was beginning to feel as if my own personality will never be the same…
