chapter 3

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I wake up in a modern, silver room. Everything is silver. The bed, the walls, the lamp, the bookshelf, and even the tray of food next to the bed. There is one window looking into some type of labratory.

     I am in some sort of daze, I can't tell if I am in reality or imagination. I decide I am floating somewhere in between. My body feels light, like I don't weigh anything. I feel like people are watching me.

     And then I see it. I try to stand up to smash the camera but I can't. I am not tied down by anything, there are no ropes. I lay back down. I tell myself I am going to sit up and get the tray of food. This time I am able to move. I try again to move to the camera and I am stuck. I try to sit down on the ground and I am able to. It doesn't make since. The room can read my thoughts and produce a force field that makes it impossible to do the thing I want the most. I lay back down on the bed and think about the last thing I remember. I was in my room, looking for the flash drive I had heard my parents talking about. When the guards came in, they must have shot me with something that knocked me unconscious. I remember having a dream but I can't recall what it was about. I wonder where I am, how I got here, and why I am here.

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