"That's complete nonsense. I have every detail of my life stored in my damn brain, and now I have to prove I'm John?"
"That's the issue right there."
Oulos pursed her lips, not taken aback at all. "I can tell you're not lying. So do you have any clues on identity recognition?"
John rubbed his weary face.
He mentioned Geoffrey, the Tiebang Logistics employee taken by Plato for experiments.
"There's a guy named Bismarck, some kind of lab supervisor. Seems like he's working on memory-related technology. Could there be a connection..."
"I'll take a wild guess."
Oulos sat cross-legged in a yoga pose on the sofa. Compared to the distressed John, she seemed more like an unaffected bystander, maintaining a spectator's stance throughout.
"You possibly acquired John's complete memory, or something slightly crazier—someone might be intentionally altering the trajectory of your life."
"Matching my biological information!"
"I've already tried that, buddy."
