[ WP ] Waking after a long , experimental surgery , you find you now can use 100 % of your brain . Every memory , every former involuntary action , every bodily system , is now yours to call upon at will .

Not sure how this is. Criticism is appreciated. 
 
 I awake with a jolt. My head feels like it's being squeezed, my hands and feet tingling just beyond the ankles and wrists, and my throat feels like when the sandpaper is itself is sanded smooth. After a few second, a wave of hunger rushes on top of me and shook me to full consciousness. 
 I do n't know where I am, but I know I'm hungry. Time to find food. A bagel sounds awesome right now. Oh, milk and cookies. I could kill for that. Maybe I'll call mom for lunch. Oh well got ta get up either way. 
 
... The heck?? I ca n't move. Hmm try again. Paralysis? No, my fingers can move around. My toes. I can contract my abdominal muscles. 
 
 Looking down I discover the reason I ca n't get up. Ahhh, this also explains the numbness on my joints and cranial pressure. I'm in a metal chair with secure wrist, ankle and head braces. Someone does n't want me to get up. 
 Hm. Well.. This ca n't be good. All white walls. Tiny room. Nothing around me. Just me, my chair, and a little triangle thingy, like on the one dollar bills. 
 
 Let's think back. Let's try and remember the events heading up to this... Just think Jonathan. 
 
 Thinking, thinking- oh. Snap. 
 
 It feels like a mind punch. In the small window of two seconds it ALL comes flooding back. And not like you'd think. Everything- from getting pushed down the treehouse ladder by my cousin when I was five years old to my 21st birthday party and graduation last Saturday- came back. All my memories. Every last bit. All at once. It's like asking for the definition of impervious and getting a dictionary dropped on your lap. And now I guess I need to sort through the dictionary and find that word. 
 
 So I guess I'll start at Yesterday. Any context has to help- Yesterday.. 
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 Breakfast was Texas toast and scrambled eggs. The way the toast is crisped, it kinda looked like a silhouette of trees against morning fog. Hey- The eggs can be the sunrise! I arranged the eggs as if the sun is just kissing the horizon, saying `` almost time to wake up!'' 
 
 Outside it looked the same. The frost on my window warned me that it could be cold, but the sky says potential. The grass was glistening with fresh whorefrost and seems to be winking as it sparkles in the developing light. Today's was gunna be awesome, I already knew. The eggs were a softer texture than normal, but not undercooked. It's actually a pretty good clash of textures with the toast. Pretty wonderful. Reaching for the Orange juice, my finger slipped slightly, tipping the glass off balance. It's like slow-mo. The glass falls down and shatters, splattering the oh everywhere. The floor, the oven, the trajectory of it even launched it onto the counter. Crap. Well, let's find a napk - 
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 I snap back to my confinement. It's like I've been in another dimension almost. I was reliving yesterday, down to my emotions! How even! Am I going insane? Now I'm panicking crap. Okay, let's focus on yesterday night. Flipping the metaphorical pages is harder than it sounds, trust me. 
 
 Okay. Last night. 
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 I was about to go to bed. Pajama pants, silky tank top, ambiance going, check check check. The bed looked wonderful.. I think I'll catapult into it. 
 
 Plop! Ding dong! 
 
 The heck? That's not how this works. Maybe my ear's just ringing. The covers are so cozy, of my gosh. I pulled them over. Perfect- ding dong! Dude, what is.. The doorbell! Rushing over to the door, I found that my friend is there, an unsettled expression plastered across her face. I swung open the door and hit my left toe, in the process cracking my nail. 
 `` Oh God! Gahhhh! Come in! Geez! Ouch!'' 
 `` No, you come to the car.. Once you're foots okay.'' 
 `` Um. GAHH! Teh! Uhh, okay? Wh-OUCH...why?'' 
 `` Just come.'' 
 
 Her face had been somber this entire time, something had to be wrong. She'd usually be laughing at me and come grab some chips without an invitation needed. This was bad. 
 
 Sitting down, toe wrapped in a cold damp towel ( I know nothing medically ), she said nothing and starts driving. It's almost solely silent. The noise cancellation of her car exaggerated it- and never being one for awkward silences, I decided to speak up. 
 
 `` So. Um. What's up?'' No response. 
 `` Kaeile?'' Still no answer. 
 `` You're creeping me out. What is going on.'' 
 
 After a long pause, I heard her open her mouth. I look over, but her mouth is n't open; weird. But then, another voice. Soft spoken, African American. It did n't startle me, but my head jerked to the backseat anyways. A huge black dude in a suit meets my gaze. 
 
 `` Do you know what you are?'' 
 
 `` Excuse me?'' I caught a glance at Kaeile, trying to determine if this is a safe situation. She keeps her gaze on the road. 
 
 *ahem* `` Do you KNOW who you ARE?'' 
 
 `` N-no sir. I mean. I'm a male. My name is Jonathan. Jonathan Filler. But aside from that sure I do n't I suppose. Maybe I do n't get the question.'' 
 
 `` How do I say this.. It's all a lie. Everything.'' 
 
 `` What are you talking about. Not tracking, sorry.'' 
 
 `` She's not Kaeile. Her name is Amanda Pileon. She is a federal agent, trying to make it all seem like it's real life. Looks like it worked.'' 
 
 `` Whatever-'' 
 
 `` -And this whole city is agents. Developing a weapon.'' 
 
 `` Oh yeah? And what's that weapon.'' 
 
 `` You.'' 
 
 `` Um. Sure. Okay. Why should I believe this?'' I'm looked to stall time. I needed out of this car. 
 
 Kaeili flipped out a wallet. Inside it shown. She really is. Her name is Amanda. 
 
 `` What the f***. What the f***. Let me out.'' I just wanted to run. It was n't a lot to go off of, just her ID and this big black dude, but it seems like so much. I just wanted out. It's like Matrix or something. Except not cool anymore. It's freaking petrifying. My palms were sweating, I was visibly shaking. I began to bang on the windows like a monkey in a zoo cage. I guess this is a lot like they must feel. I just want out. 
 
 I felt a prick in my neck. This was too much. I ca n't do this. I need to get out. 
 
 I opened the car door and straight run. Stumbling out, followed directly my Kaei- Amanda and big black guy. Amanda grabbed my foot. I filled with rage suddenly, remembering all the times we had together. I was going to marry her I though. Sure we were n't a thing yet. But we would be. Should be. Tumbling to the ground I nailed her with my fist. Blood immediately splatters on my hand. I feel it. 
 I began to feel like I could pass out at any time. A tranquilizer. They must have got me in the neck with a tranquilizer. Well if I'm going, wherever I'm going, I want to go there with the image of triumph. I want to see the blood plastered on her, with her face twisted in pain. 
 
 I turn. Oh God. Her face was twisted, but not in pain. She was bawling, crying, clinging to me to get you down. `` I want out too'' she says, her face splatter painted with my rage. I do n't know what to think. She is still pulling me down, still detaining me, but I feel, physically, emotionally, her compassion. `` I'm so sorry, Jonathan. Forgive me.'' 
 
 Darkness. 
 
 Snap. 
 
 Back in the chair. 
 
 It hits me. The weapon. This memory. This superhuman memory. This curse. I'd never realized it before! Were they mulling me? Developing me? Allowing it to haunt me now that I'm out of their confined lifecycle? 
 
 How will they use it? What's gunna happen to me? How am I doing this. So much unknown. So much doubt. I burst out in tears- it feels ridiculous, crying while plastered to a chair. It feels hopeless. 
 
 Maybe it all is hopeless. I wish it'd just end. 
 
 I do n't want this. I want it gone. Whatever comes after death, it has to be better. I do n't have any friends- anyone. I do n't have anyone. Anything. I know nothing, really. What's even real? What- 
 
 The door opens abruptly. People pour in. Another sharp neck pain. Tranquilizer? I'm out.
