[ WP ] You acquire the memories of any animal you eat .

I'm sitting in a blue wheelchair on a trimmed lawn, that lays in front of me like a green three-day stubble with a sudden stop at a grey wall. Behind me stands a large building with many rooms. I have no idea what this place is, or how I got here. 
 
 All I remember is hitting a wall of glass and then getting lost in the dark. No matter how hard I try to remember there is nothing. Who am I? I hit a wall of glass. Where am I? I hit a wall of glass. Is there a meaning to all this? 
 
 Then the glassdoor of the huge building opens, smooth and slow, like the wind blew it open. A woman with a white coat approaches me from behind and pushes me inside. She talks to me, but I do n't know her language. Everything here is white and sterile. This is not a place to live. I do n't like it. 
 
 The woman pushes me towards a table, where a meal is waiting for me. Everything is cut in very small parts. Why? Wall of glass. With patience and a calm voice, she feeds me. I let it happen. 
 
 Suddenly, with my tongue touching the tasteless food, the wall of glass is gone. Was it ever there? Memories of a fresh, green meadow are flowing through my brain like a nice little summer breeze. I smile and close my eyes.
