I wake up inside a decently big glass box. The sterile blue light acknowledges my existence. I look around and see abnormally clean, pristine white tiles covering all six sides of the room. I do not have any memory of who I am. I don’t even know my last name. Or my first name. Or my middle name. Or if I even have a middle name. Or how many I do have. I don’t even know the date. Or time. All I truly know is this mysterious number I’ve been tagged with. 803. I’ve been told it’s my “subject identification number”. I guess there’s no getting out of here.