"Uhhg" I wake up feeling like I need to throw up. Good thing I'm next to a toilet.
Three minutes later and I finally have the strength to walk out of the door. I hit the panel on the door opposite of the hinges, hoping it acts as a doorknob. The door silently slides to the right, revealing Sam sitting in mid air. He looks over at me and laughs. "Almost thought you were gonna die, your puking sounded so disgusting."
"Gee, thanks for the confidence. Where am I now?" I ask. The room is 25 feet by 25 feet, and the bathroom I walked out of is 8 feet by 12 feet. The walls and all the bathroom fixtures look like grey water, it shimmers and moves ever so slightly.
"Your room. Next best thing to creating your forms is creating your room. This is all the space you get though, the emergency exit leads to wherever you program it to, and it only takes seconds to program it. If headquarters ever gets hit, which it hasn't so far, pull up the cameras in your first form and program the chute to an empty spot, preferably one you can escape HQ with."
"So, where's the emergency exit?"
Sam repies, "You decide. When you build the room, you just place it and the construction bots connect the tube and you're free to program it from your first form in either audio or mental cues."
I have a question that I haven't been able to ask yet, might as well spit it out now, "Sam, what government do we work for?" I look at Sam, and he gets a purely maniacal face, and demonically says, "TO THE HIGHEST BIDDER! Just kidding, the United States. Once you're done, call me up and I'll take you to OM." With that, he leaves.
Ok, for the walls, I'm going to have pictures of a Shelby Cobra 427, Hennessy Venom GT Spyder, and a few other awesome American cars. I'll place a modified Cobra 427 car as my bed with storage in the middle of the back wall. End table will be a levitating glass plane above a black, very stretched out triangular pyramid.
I'll have a desk with a nice gaming laptop, levitating desk lamp, and a pressure cooker built into it so I can come back here to delicious barbecue.
The floor is club style: a grid of 3 inch by 3 inch lights that I can program to make any shape, pattern, equalizer, or light up when something stands there.
Bathroom is going to be all modern as well. Edged toilet design, gunmetal grey, LED lights over the vanity, and the shower gets water purely from the ceiling with 120 water spouts that make the water feel like rain.
I place the emergency exit above the bed, and can be automatically programmed so that if HQ gets infiltrated when I'm asleep, I can be ejected from the bed.
With that done, I call Sam through comms and head out the door.
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G.A.P.S.
Teen FictionInteresting story about a nonexistent defense team made up of teenagers.