The Wipe

I give to you a story in eleventy-one words...

‘My pastor recommended it, said it was a leadership conference.’ He shook his head, trying to navigate the memories. ‘They brought us here. Where is here?’ He surveyed the white windowless walls for some clue. A bed. A sink. A toilet. ‘I’ve been here… years, I think. I’m a language specialist. An operative of some kind.’

The doctor and general traded glances in the command center.

‘He remembers at precisely the same time each day before we activate “the wipe”. None of the others do,’ remarked the doctor.

‘He’s dangerous. If you can’t find a way to purge those memories, we will terminate him.’

‘But he’s our best.’

‘I don’t care.’