Kenjo made it to his room and began the catalog. To summarize what happened, lots of information and past knowledge was shot into him in a fluent stream. Kenjo sat up and started to think about the checkup. Now a checkup for a double white isn't like going to the doctors, the doctor would perform a check on your abilities, and you would get a grade. If your grade was too low, you would get help and too high could mean your unstable.
Kenjo thought for a while about this. His grades had been bad for as long as he had remembered, and if he got another bad grade, it could be over for him. He would be kicked out. As Kenjo was thinking, the doctor came in.
The doctor was strange today. He had a solemn face on, but there was a hint of sadness. He was wearing his usual white doctors coat with his military pins and badges, but the one that kept his ID as a Riven citizen was gone.
"Old man are you okay?" Kenjo asked.
"Kenjo today's going to be a little different." The doctor stated sounding sad.
Oh no i'm about to get kicked out. I knew my grades were bad but to think I didn't even have a chance. Those were the words going through Kenjos head when he heard the doctors next words.
"Kenjo it was all a lie.."
"What do you mean it was a lie!" asked Kenjo inquisitively.
"Your class has nothing to do with memory and this program is a means to manipulate and force white eyed children to work for Riven. You're pretty much human slaves. You can't remember anything because each day I wipe your memory, so you don't remember the hell this is."
"WHAT!" Yelled Kenjo, "I... you're lying!!"
"I'm not lying and to prove it I'll catalog it all back."
The doctor looked as though he was in pain now. He looked even more pained when he forced the helmet on Kenjo and initiated the catalog.
The pain, it was unbearable. The pain of years of torture and death his friends dying, suffocating under the pressure. Parts of him breaking, insanity taking over. Nothing could compare. As the doctor had said before, it was Hell. The doctor thought Kenjo, the one ray of hope, Kenjo grasped onto that. In all the agony he was feeling the doctor was always there too keep him up, a glue to keep him from breaking.
When it was over Kenjo, had so many questions, but he could only mutter two words.
"Why me?" Kenjo muttered gasping for air, "why did you only help me? What about Aisha and the others?"
The doctor stared at Kenjo for a moment then he said, "Aisha and the others were never real...They were figments of your imagination like a illusion caused by the delusional and insane you."
"What do you mean they delusional and insane me?" Kenjo said still gasping for air.
"As a result of me wiping memorys you gained to personalities. One that was rational and one that was irrational. This also ties into double whites themselves. Due to double whites being a whole character, the mental strain is to big so many end up insane or brainwashed for military purposes." Said the doctor.
"That still doesn't answer the question of why you helped me" said Kenjo finally able to calm down and understand the situation.
Calm down why am I calm shouldn't I be freaking out thought Kenjo.
"I help you because you reminded me of someone...and I didn't get to help that person so you are my penance." Said the doctor while looking at a data tablet. "Kenjo we have to get going."
"Get going?"
"We are leaving, escaping this place and going somewhere safer. Okay?"
"Okay?"
Kenjo trusted the doctor but still had doubts. As Kenjo was thinking it over, the alarms went of.
"Kenjo It's now or never!" Yelled the doctor.
"Fine!" Kenjo yelled back, "But whats my class if it's not memory?"
They both sprinted out of the room. The alarms blaring and Kenjo at the doctors heals.
The doctor called back to Kenjo, "your class is the Hunter."