[ WP ] Every time you remember something , part of it fades until you forget it completely .

I cried and clutched at the memory. 
 
 The arms of the machine still enveloped me, the wires and tubes piercing my flesh and soul, until I could feel it moving around in my mind. Over and over it probed. 
 
 `` Where are they hiding?'' it questioned. 
 
 I kept silent. My lips trembled around the tube that wedged my jaw wide open, providing air and food and life and horror. I'd bitten my tongue off, when I ca n't remember. The machine had seen me choking. Escaping. 
 
 It would n't let me repeat the attempt. 
 
 `` What are their plans?'' 
 
 I could see. I could see it all through the milky water it had used to replace my eyelids. I could see the needles coming close. I cried and I clutched at the memory. I thought of her. Only her. 
 
 `` Who is she?'' 
 
 And she was there, floating above me, the machine pulling every facet of her beauty from my memory and holding it above me. I felt my heart beat faster. If I had arms I would have reached out for her. 
 
 `` Tell us where they are hiding,'' the machine said. `` Or she will go.'' 
 
 Her hair faded. I could n't remember if she was blonde. Maybe red. I knew her face. Her lovely eyes. So... green. No brown. My gums pushed down on the tube and I fought. I fought and raged and screamed silent screams at a machine that would not listen. 
 
 `` What are their plans?'' 
 
 I looked at the woman above me and wondered who she was. I cried and I hoped it would end.
