the mysterious memory extraction facility traces back to Kepler-22b. It possesses a peculiar ability to strip away long-term memories, leaving only fragments of short-term recollection behind. 

Charamaynne finds themself engrossed in conversation with a fellow skeptic. 

"Why do you think they are down there, huh?" 

"The worst thing about this," s/he confesses, their voice filled with anguish, "is that you're in close proximity to all this. It's everywhere, around the universe."

"Make sense? Sure it does," s/he replies, their voice filled with a mix of concern and determination.

The memory extraction facility renders its subjects malleable and compliant. With their long-term memories erased, individuals became blank slates, ready to be programmed with any desired instruction. The perfect employees, devoid of personal identity and free will.

Charamaynne reveals their intention to visit a friend, someone who might hold the key to unraveling the conspiracy.

"I really hope your friend isn't one of them already," s/he whispers, their voice carrying a tinge of worry.

"I'm sure s/he's not," s/he reassures, their resolve unshaken.

Charamaynne is keenly aware of their surroundings. S/He glances around, ensuring that no unwanted eyes follow their every move. S/He commits to their cause, lingered outside, safeguarding their retreat.

The air is thick with uncertainty, and the Welcome Habitat whispers secrets about a sinister web spun by those who crave control.