My name isn’t known. That’s a secret that some higher power holds. It makes for some awkward questions.

But I hardly ever need one. All my needs are taken care of by the government, all my wants donated to me by anonymous parties. It’s a strange existence.

I suspect I am kept quiet and happy because of my bizarre “superpower”: I can’t give up secrets. Ever. Trust is everything to me, and I can’t let anybody down.

Unfortunately, this makes me somewhat of a security risk. If someone were to trick me into giving up information or perhaps… shudder siphon it directly from my brain, then thousands of things would be publicly known.

I had never suspected that the second case would become reality, though…