I am Echo 315. But I was still reeling from the effects of the memory wipe I had just undergone. It was as though my mind had been scrubbed clean, leaving me disoriented and vulnerable. The images of my past were fading into a blur of colors and shapes, like a surreal painting coming to life. The sensation of being both awake and asleep at the same time was unsettling, like floating in a void of uncertainty. My hands were not my own, moving mechanically to touch my face, my neck, my chest, my...