This is my try on writing a small story. I mostly did it for fun and wanting to get it out of my head. I do hope you will enjoy the reading and sorry if my grammar and spelling isn't that good

Part 2

How many days have it been since I left the tank.
Right now I have been placed in this room, a bed in one corner, a table in the middle, two doors to the opposite side of the bed, one to the bathroom and second is locked. Only the people that put me here can enter and leave.

They go into the room and give me a lot of papers and books, teaching me different things about this world. I don’t know how I can write or read, all I know is that I can.
They show me pictures of a girl, she almost looks like me, but different, the ears and tails are not the same. Why do I feel a connection to her, are we connected in some way?

All these tests, as if the needles weren't enough the first time. Questions upon questions, answer after answer. At least they give me a new book to read. One at the time, so I read them slowly, to savor the story as much as I can.

I got to see a movie once. A man talking about the world, how it is and what it could be.
It is like it was made for me as the man addresses me all the time, saying my name and how the organization depends on my success. What kind of success tho? I have no clue what they want me to do, just that they depend on me. What if I am depending on them? They give me food, shelter and even some form of entertainment, I guess that if I want to keep living I will have to listen to them, maybe even meeting this woman that looks similar to me?