They told him he used to be brilliant. That was hard to believe when he couldn't remember something as simple as his own name. Professor…something or other. It was long but it needed more vowels. It was going to be a real pain learning how to spell it at his advanced age, too. Not that he was especially sure about how old he was either.
They had probably told him his age along with a million other personal details that had sounded like the plot of some movie he didn't really want to see. And they had such eagerness in their eyes. Like his brush with death had scared them all so much that they were thrilled to have even this diminished version of him around. As long as that meant there was hope the project would continue.
Yet not even a trace of an inkling of the relevant knowledge remained.
Would having no memories be a blessing or a curse if there were things you wanted to forget but needed to remember? May we never learn the answer firsthand.
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