Sharon L Reddy
He awoke walking down a hall. He was in manacles and shackles and following a woman with a shaved head. He screamed and fell to his knees. Hands gently lifted him to his feet and then someone, a man, behind him screamed. He stumbled along behind the woman, vision blurred by tears. He would never remember who he had been or what he'd done, but he knew he'd done it more than once and been judged fairly. The evidence he was harmful to society had come from his own mind. He had been judged and his sentence was enslavement by a communicator group. He was one who would be totally possessed until he died.
It was as fair as they could make it. The communicator groups were needed by the species. They formed when children found other children by their "glow" in their minds. They became the resource the species needed when one suddenly grabbed the power of the others to force someone to hear them. It came at puberty. For communicators, that instant was when they became adults. The children were given the sociopathic to possess. They were cleansed of their personal pasts and placed where they would be the ones chosen. They were young and physically healthy, and they could be made beautiful.
He knew everything he'd ever learned, but he didn't know what he looked like. He didn't know if he'd learned all he knew in his life, or if most had come from the comp link that had directed the erasure of his identity. He wanted to scream he couldn't have done anything wrong enough, but he stumbled along behind the woman in silence. He had victimized others more than once. He would be a victim. He would also be very happy. He would have no choice.