It's hard to remember

You slowly stir, as you try to clear the cobwebs from your mind. Opening your eyes, everything is a bit foggy but its not too long before you can see the room you are in. The walls are white, and there is a dresser with a mirror on it. You sit up, your head really hurts. It appears that you were laying on a bed.

“What happened, why does my head hurt?” You say to no one in particular.

You fell down the stairs and hit your head, Sara? You hear a voice say.

Startled, you jump out of bed and cautiously ask, “Who are you?”

I am C.A.R.A.: Computer Automated Robotic Aid, I am programmed to aid in everyday activities. I am 78% complete. What would you like me to do, Sara?

You are a bit surprised but somehow you feel like you knew what this “CARA” was going to say already. You start to respond that your name wasn't Sara but when you try to correct CARA, you can't seem to come up with any other name. In fact you can't seem to remember much of anything.

Looking around, however, this bedroom looks familiar. Taking in the room you notice your reflection in the mirror. You see the image of a beautiful young woman, with large eyes and full pouty lips. Not quite believing that what you are seeing is you, you sashay from the bed and try to touch the mirror but stop when you see your painted nails.

“CARA, who am I?” you ask in a distant voice.

You are Sara, my creator.

“My name is Sara?” you say flatly while running your hands down your dress. Something isn't right you think, your name can't be Sara. The name does sound familiar, though. If its not Sara, what else could it be? Your voice doesn't sound like it fits the body you have, but you can't figure why. You look deep into the reflection of your eyes as if looking for the answer.

“My name is Sara.” you confirm in a soft feminine voice.