“Ahh, splendid!” said Professor Von Strasser. “They're finally beginning to come around. Wake up my lovely little test subjects. Wake up and let us see if my experiments have been successful.”
Alan was the first to awaken. He blinked his eyes a few times and realized he was now strapped to a table in a brightly lit, modern looking laboratory.
Professor Von Strasser was immediately hovering above him with interest.
“They all said I was mad!” he laughed. “But now we shall see whether or not it is possible to completely erase a person's mind... and re-write it with the memories and personalities of another.”
“What the fuck are you talking about, old man?” said Alan in high-pitched but slowly drawling voice.
“Not right now,” said the professor, now holding a clipboard and a pen. “There'll be time for a detailed technical explanation later. First, we must evaluate the experiment. Tell me, do you remember your name?”
“What're you talking about?” snapped Alan. “Why am I chained down like this? Lemme up!”
“All in due time,” soothed the professor. “Now, if you please, just humor me and answer my questions. The sooner we get this over with, the sooner I can release you. Now what is your name?”
“Well, fine,” sighed Alan. “If that's the way y'all is gonna be. My name is Baylee-Anne Potter.”
“Good, good,” said the professor jotting away on his clipboard. “Now, how old are you Miss Potter?”
“Ah is twenty-eight,” answered Alan. “Now y'all promised to lemme outta here!”
“In a moment,” said the professor. “I just need a brief biography. Tell me a little bit about yourself.”
“Like ah jez said,” replied an impatient Alan. “Mah name is Baylee-Anne... an' ah is a twenty-eight year old woman from southern' Alabama. Ah work weekdays at the Wal-Mart, and moonlight weekends working the food stands at the racetrack. Ah gots three kids at home – mah oldest is thirteen and the others is nine and five years old now. They all gots different daddies, an' I ain't never been married. We's all livin' in a double-wide at the Shiny Pines Trailer Park an'...”
“Yes, yes,” said the professor. “Now what about your education?”
“Ah ain't gots no education!” snapped Alan. “Ah had to drop outta school when ah wuz fifteen and got knocked up. Now y'all said ah could go free after answering these fool questions of yours!”