Roger Madison was a fairly average man in his forties. He worked for a technology firm in town in their sales department. He had a wife and three kids.
But the emphasis was on the past tense. The letter he'd received today had taken all of that away in a single moment.
He thought about running, but the two agents surrounding him and the locked doors of the van made that an impossibility.
The van deposited them inside a nondescript building, as nondescript as the agents and everything else about Reprogramming...designed to not stand out. After all, people might picket.
He was pushed into a chair, his hands strapped to the armrests. His shirt was unbuttoned and several sensors attached to his chest, hands, and head, all hooked into nearby machinery. A man pulled a chair up and sat down. "I'm going to ask you a few baseline questions," he said. "Your name please?"
"Roger William Madison."
"Age?"
"Forty-six."
"Marital status?"
"Married."
"Current job status?"
"I've worked for the same company for nearly twenty years," he said.
"Yes, well...you see, most of what you just said...is of no use to you any longer. But we have to be very careful in that, as we don't want to lose the parts we need."
The man began to enter commands onto a tablet he was holding. Roger began to feel a bit of tingling around his temples. It didn't hurt...and it didn't seem to affect him any...he felt the same...or so he thought. The devices attached to his temples were reading information from parts of his brain...then purging the information...information Roger wouldn't miss much...he didn't even remember having it.
It wasn't an exact science, however. The brain didn't file things in any sort of neat pattern. Thus there would be bits and pieces left behind...Which is why the process had to be done by the book.
