(I know this one's really short, but I'm battling writers block and losing. So I'm doing the best I can)

"Raise your right arm," Terina instructed, holding a clipboard in one hand and a pencil in the other.

What's a 'right arm'? Experiment 50 thought.

"Come on, sweetie," another imperial said, her voice kind, "Raise your right arm for us, just an inch."

The boy just stared up at them blankly.

Terina jotted down a note 'complete memory loss, seems to have not retained the ability to speak.' "Wiggle your toes," she barked.

Again, the boy did not react, did not speak nor respond in any way.

The kind imperial grabbed a feather and brushed it over Experiment 50's nose, trying to see if he had feeling in his body.

The boy switched slightly, the only sign that he felt the feather on his nose.

"It's ok, little one. We'll help you."

Terina looked on with a glare, "That's enough! Take him back to his cell!" she snapped, and two troopers rushed to obey her.

Experiment 50 let himself be taken back to his cell. The troopers lay him down gently and left, closing the door behind them.

He didn't know who he was. He didn't know where he was. He didn't know....

Terina smiled as she typed up a report. "Success."