[ WP ] Memory erasing tech is now common . A man has large self inflicted gaps in his memory that is he desperate to know more about , but a note from himself keeps him from doing it . when he finally does , the reason is something he would have never expected .

“ Adam, please open the door and let us talk. We can figure this out together without causing anyone to get hurt again. ” 
 
 “ Again? No, I need to find out the truth. ” My hands were shaking and my chest hurt, but it didn ’ t matter. It was almost done. 
 
 “ Security is on their way, and when they show up I can ’ t help you anymore. Please don ’ t do this. ” 
 
 I knew when security arrived; I had approximately 60 seconds before they blow the door. I just needed a little more time. The nurse was seated in the chair in front of me; I had the blade pressed up against her neck. I had made the blade in my cell, it took three years of preparation, but I had finally made it here. I was sickened by what I was doing, but my desire to find out the truth about myself was stronger than anything. 
 
 “ Sharon, don ’ t open the file! Prison Security is almost here and they will help you. ” 
 
 I pressed the knife deeper into Sharon ’ s neck and a split formed in her skin. She winced. She was scared but I knew she would do what I asked. I saw my name appear on the face of a folder on the computer screen. 
 
 “ Open it. ” My voice cracked. I was so close now. 
 
 They had wiped my memory. I was in prison but they had wiped all memories of my past away. I didn ’ t know my crime. They would not tell me why I was here or how long I was going to stay. It was vile. 
 
 The memory-wipe technology had reared its ugly head sometime in the past, without warning. No one knew who designed it. But the technology leaked out somehow, and people would come to pay to utilize the technology and companies fought to own the rights. 
 
 The only item that was given to me was a note. It apparently originated on that day my memory was wiped. The note had one sentence. “ Adam, live your life like there is no tomorrow but do not seek what you chose to keep hidden. ” It was my handwriting. I knew I wrote it. It didn ’ t make sense. I ‘ chose ’ to wipe my memory? I was in prison; they must have forced me to do it. But it didn ’ t matter, I took seven years to get to here, and I was so close. 
 
 My file downloaded from the secure server and it opened on screen. It was my formal request for memory wipe, dated seven years prior. There was a video log file. It was me, I looked the same, and I was crying. The video played. I watched, I listened, and then the video ended. I collapsed. The information from the video sunk in. 
 
 I heard yelling from outside the room. A loud pop echoed in my ears and the door to the server room opened violently. Men with guns ran in and I heard the zip of Taser barbs being fired. Everything moved so slowly. 
 
 I understand now why I chose to have my memory wiped. 
 
 I was the one who designed the memory-wipe technology. But I designed it because I wanted to only use it only on myself. I wanted to forget something about myself, about who I was. It was something that would destroy me if I lived with the knowledge. 
 
 I was an immortal. 

