The door beside you beeps and the lock clicks ever so slowly. One click- two click- three click- stop. Your stomach churns and your heart beats in your throat as the red room goes dark and the door bursts open. Two men wearing electronic masks out of a science fiction movie march in and pick you up. With one leading in front of you and one watching behind you, they march you out of the room and into the next. The new room is dizzyingly large; it had walls lined with screens. You notice something funny on one screen, then you look to the next screen, and the next, and the next. They're all recordings of you. You crying in the corner, you screaming, you doing situps. H-hey, you say first in your mind then aloud, "H-hey when did you get this footage, I don't remember doing any of this." The man operating the screens look at you in wonder, as if you're some kind of celebrity, and quietly shuts off the screens. The person behind you shoves you into the next room, "Keep moving." she says in an electronic voice.
Six guards now entail you. When did they get here? you can't help, but wonder. Suddenly, the guard just in front of you stops and grabs your shoulders. "Run, you're the chosen one." he hands you a slip of paper and shoves you ahead. The other guards attempt to pursue you, but they are held back by the guard that let you escape. You break into a sprint, legs straining to move because you haven't moved this much in ages. You unfold the slip of paper, it is another red dove, and it reads, "Turn left." You reach the end of the hall and it splits into two directions. The right leads to a door that reads "Execution Chamber." Two guards that manned the door begin to run at you. You turn down the left hall, and at the end lies a door that reads , "Personnel only." It has been spray painted with a red dove. You burst through the door and met with the shining light of the sun. You are out, you're free. You stop and laugh, incredulously. You laugh and laugh with relief, looking like a maniac. The guards grab you and you fall on what should be grass-only, it feels like concrete.The sun, the trees, and grass turn white and the guards inject a sleeping agent into your neck and your vision fades. That's when you hear the words that rock every fibre of your body.
"Simulation Terminated."
"Simulation Terminated."
"Simulation Terminated."
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The Red Room
Mystery / Thriller" You burst awake blinded by the bright red room. The metallic cuffs that chain you to the bed blink green and whirrs open. The room is red on all sides except for one. The side with the door as a shining white and next to the door, in a large bold...
