My eyes flicked open. Looking around the unfamiliar room, I asked the obligatory “Where am I?”
“You’re safe.”
I turned to the speaker and recognised Doctor Chawman, then realised that was all I could remember.
What’s my name?
Where was I from?
How old am I?
Who’re my parents?
Am I good?
Evil?
Just who was I?
“Doctor, I think I’m having an identity crisis.”
“Stop worrying,” smiled my creator, “I haven’t installed one yet.”
My entry in the April 2018 75 Word Story Challenge at SFFChronicles
Theme: Identity
Genre: Open
It didn’t get any votes: POLL — April 2018 75-word Writing Challenge
M. Robert Gibson 