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John’s story
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John Anderson was a new father. He suffered complete amnesia from the first 20 years of his life- but that hadn’t prevented him from building a life of his own. A beautiful wife, a best friend, and now a son. Besides the amnesia, he had lived a normal life. The amnesia was believed to be trauma-induced, and John went to the psychiatrist once a week in an attempt to regain that which he lost. Unfortunately for him, this psychiatrist succeeded. All the memories rushed back to John all at once, turning him into a bitter, shell of a man. Some memories were better to remain forgotten, it seems…
He was 8 years old, a curious child. Growing up in a complex without any known limit of rooms and spaces, he had grown a sense curiosity surpassing that of most other children his age. On this particular day, he rummaged through his father’s office drawers. At the top of each of the drawers were letters, all addressed to a Mr. James Anderson, his father. None of these letters caught his eye, and he removed them to see what else there was in the drawers. In each drawer, previously hidden by the mundane letters, were blueprints. They were blueprints for men with extra arms sewn on, men tortured to the point they lose everything human, and more terrifying ideas. John heard his father unlock the door as he bolted out. Behind him he heard shouts, as men chased him throughout the facility. If not for his extensive superior knowledge of the area, they might have caught him (no doubt resulting in severe punishment). He waited until dark and then slipped back into his bedroom unnoticed, before drifting off to sleep…
When he was 10 years old, he ventured deeper into the building then he ever had before. He peeked through a gap in the wall, to see children about his own age working laboriously, emaciated and shivering with hunger and thirst Some were dead, stinking up the room with the smell of rot. It was hard to tell the dead ones from the living ones- they looked in equally poor condition, both wasting away. One boy his age looked at him and mouthed the word “help” before collapsing to the ground.
When he was 14, he went to the basement of the complex. The horrors he witnessed in the small, dark rooms of the basement he refused to speak of, however it is estimated that he witnessed the results of the blueprints he had seen six years beforehand being put into action. That was the tipping point. He found his father muttering to himself in the study, and confronted him. After said confrontation, his father ordered his immediate disposal.
He ran away to the streets, where his mind locked the horrors he had witnessed in his childhood away. He began to live a normal life.
After all the memories rushed back, he withdrew himself from society. Nobody saw John except for Rodney, his friend, and Isabel, his wife. Isabel soon left him, however, and only Rodney visited him anymore. John seldom spoke, but rather spent all of his time writing odd stories. Rodney used his stories as inspiration for content as a screenwriter. Rodney died just two years later, of lung cancer. A week after his friend passed on, John hung himself, leaving his thirteen year old son, Vincent “Vince” Anderson, alone and fatherless. However, his stories were far from finished in terms of usage. They were turned into individual television episodes by Jodi, Rodney’s daughter, who stumbled upon the papers in a small crawl space in her attic. She called the odd television series “The Real Adventures in Capitalism.”
