My name is Ajax. My life sucks; well, it would if I even had one. I live in a glass room. On display. Like an animal. Every day people come and stare. They take selfies with me, try and wake me up when I'm sleeping. I can't so much as blink without thousands of phones videoing me.
   I get fed three times a day. The guards - sorry, caretakers, - shove the food in, along with a bottle of water. And they always have weapons with them; proving that even they think I'm a beast. Even with all that, I've never tried to escape; I saw what happened to the guys that did.
   I haven't spoken to anyone in nearly 11 years, and I'm not sure I even remember how anymore. I've tried to communicate with the tourists *cough* zombies *cough* But all they do is point, squeal, and take more videos and selfies. One time I was so sure I recognized this guy, but before I could get a better look, the guards whisked him away. And that little sliver of hope inside me shriveled up and died. You see, the only way we can get out is if someone claims us - a normal. If they can prove they have custody of us, we're free. Aside from that guy, I've never seen anyone I remember. They're probably dead. And no one else has ever been freed; Which means they're all probably dead. But I wouldn't know. My memory was taken, just like all the other newer recruits. And I kind of like it that way. The guys who didn't have their memories taken went insane with longing and despair. They all died trying to escape from this prison. And besides, it gives me something to think about. And, well, there's not really much to do here other than think anyways. Unless you want to talk to the potted plant, of course. But that might seem concerning to some of the tourists, who have never been bored a day of their pampered lives. So when we can, we use them as our entertainment. Just a few days ago, another one of the captives, Ri, pretended to be dead to see what their reactions would be. It was awesome. They all totally freaked; screaming and pointing at the seemingly lifeless body behind the glass. Of course, Ri was punished afterwards, but it was the most fun any of us had had in ages, and Ri didn't seem to care. Ri was interesting like that. He had messy blond hair, and bright green eyes that sparkled with mischief; a rarity here. Most of us lost our personality years ago. But Ri was already here when I was dragged in, so maybe things were different for him; I wouldn't know.
   I turned, catching a glimpse of myself in the small mirror that had come with the room. I had a decent enough face, though not very memorable. I brushed my dark hair out of my eyes, revealing icy blue irises that contrasted greatly with the rest of my features. My skin was pale; the tan long gone. The single skylight that allowed the sun to peer through was small, and grated with heavy iron bars. I guess one too many captives tried to escape that way. I couldn't blame them; looking at the tourists' extravagant clothes and wide smiles, anywhere seemed better than here. But here was all we knew. And all we would ever know.

And that's where we were wrong.

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