Post by account_disabled on Dec 24, 2023 4:07:54 GMT
If I am here, now, writing these lines, it is because I, and only I , left the Room unscathed. That's what they called it. The room . With a capital initial to give it the importance and respect it deserved. Or, rather, the awe it inspired. It wasn't an ordinary room, like the ones we are used to seeing and living in . It had no furniture inside nor did any windows open onto its bare walls. The floor was rough, grey, and the ceiling appeared spotted with mold and damp.
There were dark spots on the ground, which we all knew what to attribute to, even if no one had the courage to express their thoughts. How we had Special Data entered the Room was certainly no mystery. Her door invited entry, so ancient, crumbling, disturbing. But once inside it was impossible to get out. We had to play the game. And the game began immediately, with the sound of the door slamming, in the silence of midnight. I still remember the expressions of my companions, the terror and repentance that I read in their faces. But going back was unthinkable. The Room wouldn't allow it. I saw those men die, one after another.
I saw their bodies devoured by that force, as if it were an entity. Because the Room was alive . I fought to survive. Several times I risked being devoured by those walls, but each time I was ready to throw one of my companions to that concrete and those walls. No, do not judge me to be a murderer or a barbarian. You do not know, you cannot understand what I have experienced. You have no fellow prisoners in the Room. There are no friends, there is no place for feelings and pity within those dark walls. In the Room you have only two choices: live or die.
There were dark spots on the ground, which we all knew what to attribute to, even if no one had the courage to express their thoughts. How we had Special Data entered the Room was certainly no mystery. Her door invited entry, so ancient, crumbling, disturbing. But once inside it was impossible to get out. We had to play the game. And the game began immediately, with the sound of the door slamming, in the silence of midnight. I still remember the expressions of my companions, the terror and repentance that I read in their faces. But going back was unthinkable. The Room wouldn't allow it. I saw those men die, one after another.
I saw their bodies devoured by that force, as if it were an entity. Because the Room was alive . I fought to survive. Several times I risked being devoured by those walls, but each time I was ready to throw one of my companions to that concrete and those walls. No, do not judge me to be a murderer or a barbarian. You do not know, you cannot understand what I have experienced. You have no fellow prisoners in the Room. There are no friends, there is no place for feelings and pity within those dark walls. In the Room you have only two choices: live or die.