"Facial skin pigment make-up is located on the top level, eye and eyebrow make-up is located on the center level and lip pigment make-up is located on the bottom level"
I've been hearing her talk to the computer in her cubicle. I hear them through the wall, kind of distant, kind of muffled.
I got out of my port quite a few minutes ago, I showered and got dressed in new clothes and got out because I hated the feeling I had being in there, it was like I was vulnerable and right where they wanted me.
Y/N however had been in there for what felt like hours.
My stomach rumbled in hungry protest, but I'd already found out from the computer that we were only allowed to eat together.
I thought about that for a while.
Why?
After a couple of minutes my theories ended up scattered in blind places in my brain. So I abandoned the thinking.
"Y/N? You think you could hurry up a bit? I kinda wanna have food"
"Just a minute!"
When she walks out i am quite literally in awe. She looks beautiful but before I have the chance to tell her there's a low hum above us as the computer screen comes down.
It's all static at first, the there's a man in a doctor's coat standing front and centre, staring right at us, as if he was in the room with us.
I glance over, and she's got her eyes glued onto him. Part from terror, and part, I bet, because he was really attractive.
He looked like he was somewhere in his late 20's, with pale freckled skin that contrasted really beau- well. Contrasted really well with his jet black hair and icy blue eyes.
"Good evening, children."
He spoke with an Irish accent, voice low and so calm, that for a moment, it felt like we were safe as long as he was up there talking to us. Another human.
"I really do apologize for such a late greeting, usually I'm up to speed by now but my- never mind me. I'm here to get to know you." He smiles like a parent looking down at their just born child.
There's a pause and I lift my chin up realising my mouth had been hanging open.
We're all silent, still in the confusion of how exactly this was supposed to go.
"You know what, you must still think this is pre-recorded. Let me get myself down to your quarters and we can have tea!"
He gets up and leaves the screen, and we're left staring at a fully white background.
She turns to face me with a horrified expression on her face, and I know what she's thinking because I'm thinking the exact same.
"Who the FUCK was that?"
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The Walls Have Ears
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