The Enclave

2.Mae

I woke up with a start and sat up in bed. For a split second, I was momentarily confused. I looked around and found myself staring at the same boring, sterile, plain white walls I have grown to know and also hate. Believe me, I'm not offended by the colour. It's quite far from that. Actually, I like the colour white. At least, it's better than the other colours like yellow or blue or green. Like please, would I want my room to look like the sun died in it or the sky fell and unfortunately landed in my room?

No.

I wouldn't.

Even though the colour white makes my room look like an asylum (which I like), at least my room wasn't black.

Jeez, that would suck and scare the shit out of me.

I jumped down from my bed and, almost immediately, the bed folded up into a cube and dropped in an opening I hadn't noticed in the ground. It closed up and just like that it was gone.

It wasn't weird at all.

Trust me, I was not being sarcastic.

I've seen my bed fold up and drop into the ground for the past 17 years of my life in existence. I don't really notice the hole because it changes all the time. Sometimes when my bed folds up and drops, I wonder where it goes . . . . .

But most of the time, I don't really care.

I padded barefoot across the cold, white tiled floor towards the right side of the room. On every tile I stepped on, it turned neon blue and when my leg left it, it changed back to its original colour.

White.

Cool, wasn't it?

I stopped in front of the wall and waited. The tile I was standing on suddenly turned bright green and a panel in the wall slid up and a screen came out of the wall. I leaned forward and stared directly at the screen. I heard a beep and then it scanned my eye. After 5 seconds, it stopped and I leaned backwards. My picture appeared on the screen along with every single detail about me.

Details that I've seen and memorized . . . . . literally.

I'm not joking.

I know that I'm a 5'6 (though I look taller because of my long legs. I don't know if that's a good or bad thing) and I weigh 48kg. So I may seem a little bit underweight for my age and height but hey, it's totally not my fault. Try eating the food in this place.

Actually, don't.

It's disgusting.

They call it food but I think it's a kind of poison. Their 'so called' food is a white spongy stuff that needs water to be poured on it in order for it to be edible.

Lies! All lies I tell you.

Water or no water, it is just inedible.

I also know that I'm an O+ and my genotype is AA.

Scratch that last part out.

And apparently, I was allergic to pineapples.

Well, other stuff like my name, age, eye colour and other physical stuff were well-known because they were . . . . . well . . . . . physical. I could always look in the mirror.

I placed my thumb on the screen and it scanned my thumb.

So much scanning, I know.

"RECOGNIZED. MAE. " The screen said and waited for some seconds before sliding back into the wall. I sighed and turned around towards the bathroom (which was at the far end at the left side of the room) where I was to take the Flux aka slimy.