Stepping off the platform, he was asked his name; “Isaac” he answered. Slowly he scanned his surroundings.
“Where would you like to go Isaac?”
In silence he cogitated, searching for a decision.
“I don’t know, you will have to show me some new places” They agreed, jotting on their clipboards, expressing pleased satisfaction.
He was able to learn.
“Finally, who are you Isaac?” looking at the spectators, he understood each were individually different.
“I don’t know” He was able to process the absence of information.
Resolved, they led him out of the room, his silicon form gleaming under the hard light.