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All my life, I've believed that the world only consisted of white. Not grey, or black, or the myriad of colors that one might describe it as. It was white, orderly and clean, geometric solids and sharp edges that made up the reality I resided. I know there's a different world outside of the one I'm in. I hear the scientists talk about it sometimes. How there's a big, vast, blue infinity over the ground called, "the sky", and cramped places with narrow buildings taller than a satellite tower dubbed as "cities".
I don't mind where I am. To me, those things take no desire in my heart. They're just aspects of a world that are . . . there. Like how the lab is filled with chemicals, or how a room only consists of a bed. You acknowledge their existence, but there's little desire to do anything about it. For all of my years, this is what my world has been. Nothing more, nothing less.
And yet . . .
It's . . . going to be different, today. The whirring, clicking, beeping-the sound of people running between consoles remind me of that. From the corner of my eyes, I can see them typing commands in, running checks, doing the final preparations before it was time to begin.
"Do you really want to go through with this?"
That voice. . .
"Why are you looking at me like that? Ah, I see. The drug must be taking effect."
For a scientist, it certainly takes him some time to answer his own inquiry.
"We can't go back now."
A pause. It sounded like a reassurance rather than a statement, and somehow, I can vaguely see the wry smile on his face. He laughed.
"What a lucky child, you are! Look at you. Going off to a new world, going to see new things, new places . . . It's much better than being trapped in this place. Do you remember our promise?"
I tried opening my mouth to speak, but I couldn't. A heavy weight was pulling on my eyes, pulling me to sleep. I couldn't fight it.
He patted my head. What is this difference in temperature I feel in my chest? A warmth spreading from my internal organs to my limbs. It's odd.
"Sleep. I'll be here when the time comes."
I closed my eyes. My time is up. The reason why I live, the reason why I'm here, the people I met, the facility, all of it-everything is for this moment. I can not fail. The responsibility of a world my eyes have never bared witness to resides on my very shoulders. I have to see the world no one has ever seen before. I have to let myself slip into an unknown reality.
"I'll see you in a few years."
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