In Other Words, Lacking

The slave was waiting. It seemed that it was all she did. Wait. She had been a slave for her entire life, though she did not remember her early years. In fact, she was fairly certain she did not have "early years."

She had learned before; She knew everything someone with a highschool diploma would know. She had no recolection of learning, though.

Her earliest memories were those of waiting, in that same boring room. It's sterile, white, walls containing only a cot, a pillow, and the machines that fed and cleaned her.

Her earliest memory of interest was the first time she had ever seen another human.