His consciousness seemed to press against his brow as he stirred awake. His muscles seemed to creak like rusty as he started to slowly move around his limbs, gettin a feel for them once again. Cool air brushed against his exposed skin. A symphony of whirring murmurs sung all around him. He wondered to himself how long he had been out, sitting up on the hard bed beneath his body. His face briefly scrunched just before he opened his eyes. 

The light that quickly filled his vision transformed into a large warehouse filled with numerous electronic machines along the walls. He shifted his body to let his legs dangle over the bed. Just as he turned, a voice said, "oh, he's awake." 

He narrowed his eyes at the two people in front of him – one an older gentleman with a slightly hunched back and a large head, the other a rather androgynous person who looked no more than 15 years old. The older man had turned to face him fully, while the younger person turned enough to see a bit more than what they would've just looking over their shoulder. 

He looked down at himself, a scowl on his face, as he ran his fingers over the large stiches down his chest and all the way to the bottom of his stomach. He couldn't exactly pinpoint why, but something about his blue skin made him feel slightly uneasy. 

"What do you remember?" asked the older man. His voice was kind, almost like what you would expect from a loving grandfather. 

He looked up, glaring at the man. "What do you mean 'what do you remember'?"

"Anything really," said the older man, walking towards him. "Name, hobbies, what you last did or ate. Anything, really." 

He leaned back, using his arms to support him. His musles ached pretty badly, but he chose to ignore it. He was awake, after all – they would have to stop being so tight at some point. He swung one leg over the other, gently pulling the small white towel that covered his crotch. "What kind of ridiclious question is that? My name is Clyde." 

The older man and the young person exchanged looks. Smiles rose on their faces. The younger person turned to the computer in front of them and began to clack away at the keyboard. 

"What else?" 

"Before I answer that, who are you?" 

"I am Dr. Gladier," said the older man. He then extended his arm out to the younger person. "And this is Dr. Hadley. He helps me here in this lab." 

Clyde looked at both doctors back and forth. "What would I be doing in a labortory with two doctors?" 

Dr. Gladier's smile extended further. "Well, why do you think?" 

Clyde opened his mouth to speak. He managed to say "ah", before pausing. He closed his mouth and turned his head away from the doctors. He began to run through his memories...only to find out, he had none. He grabbed his head and looked down towards the concrete floor, shocked. 

"I...I do not remember anything!" 

"Nothing else?" inquired Dr. Gladier. He frowned for a brief moment before smiling. He turned to Dr. Hadley. "It's amazing he remembered his name." 

"Heh, heh, amazing indeed." 

"Is remembering my name so funny?" snapped Clyde.

Dr. Gladier put up a reassuring hand. "Not at all. You are the first dolly to remember anything more than how to speak." 

Clyde's tongue started to roll around in his mouth and saliva started to coat it. Clyde swallowed before glaring at Dr. Gladier. "Dolly? What is that supposed to mean? And remembering? I...I must remember more..."