I am Seven.
That's my name, or at least, that's what they said is my name. I don't know what Seven stands for. It may be something. It may be nothing. I know that seven is a number, but what's that? They showed me a table once. It had numbers from one all the way to one hundred printed on it. That is the first day I remember. I can't remember anything before that except waking up. I was small then. The stark white-paneled walls seemed to rise up forever. My bed was white too. Only the numbers were black.
I was in that room for a long time. How long is long, you ask? Well, I don't know. I grew a lot and they fed me a lot. I don't know where the food came from except when I woke up, food would be by my bed. But I was alone. I was taught things in that room. How to read, how to write. It's funny though, I never saw anyone. I've never seen myself either. There were only screens which taught me words. And the voice doesn't count, it's too fake. But there must be others. There have to be others. I cannot be here alone.
The fake voice started a count down one day. It was a slow count down, beginning at ten and after every sleep it went down one number. It hit one. And that was when I heard a new voice...