Welcome to the Facility

[Dalvik Facility]

Commander Freeman's footsteps echoed through the wide metal corridors as he strode away from the command bridge. He rejected any armed protection to escort him to the containment block as there was simply no need. And with all the new automated AI security measures put into place there was more chance of them attacking him than any other person from the outside world. His path consisted of corridor after corridor with the occasional junction, the place was massive but Freeman knew exactly where he was going. His eyes were an enigma as to what he had planned and behind them his brain settled into deep thought. Finally a wide window changed the endless pattern of grey panels along the right wall of the corridor he was swooping down. Behind it was an octagonal white room with doors on each of the eight sides. Men in long white silicon lab coats occasionally appeared of of one door and pigeon holed into another like an enlarged beehive. In the center of the room a semi circular desk faced the opposite direction to the window. Behind sat a woman dressed in white trousers and a buttoned over coat, in front of her sat three large computer screens and a large green button to her left.

But Commander Freeman had seen this scene many times before; he strode past the window and through the door next to it into the room behind it. He ignored the womans formal greeting as he hurried straight past and into one of the far right doors. The door suddenly slid open horizontally as he approached it and beyond it an almost eternal white hallway stretched with windows into equally bright rooms on each side. Ignorantly the commander swooped down the hallway ignoring the many subjects in each of the rooms he passed each side. As two guards came into sight he picked up his pace of step, his eyes eager now and ready to unload the many questions unto this mystery man and begin the interrogation.

"Has he said anything yet?"

"Nothing yet sir, he's been unconscious for some time now"

"I said restrain him not give him brain damage"

"Sorry sir, Gregory got a bit too vigorous"

He turned to look through the window at the man lying on the floor; blood seemed to have been running across his head and down his cheeks. But his breathing was reassuring proof to the commander that he was still alive.

"Wake him up"

One of the guards picked up a bucket from the floor beside him and opened the door with a card key. The other followed him inside with a pistol in hand. The guard with the bucket approached a tap that protruded from one of the walls, filled the bucket half full with water and threw it over the man on the floor.

"Hey! Wake up!"

Ordered one of the guards. The commander stepped into the room and gestured the guards to stand back. The man on the floor spluttered and stared at the tiles underneath him with astonished eyes. The commander strolled over to him and crouched beside him as he coughed and came to grips with consciousness.

"What's your name?"

The man continued to stare and breathe at the floor; it was as if his mind was broken with the blow of the truncheon and he was trying his best to fit it back together again like a timed jigsaw puzzle. One of the guards stepped forward and began to raise his hand to bring it down on him but the commander gestured him back again.

"I can't tell you who I am but for now you can call me Jasper, now what is your name?