Drink Me

The space was big - from my ground-level point of view, it seemed to go on forever - and looked almost entirely featureless.

Wincing from a general feeling of achiness, I carefully pushed myself, first to a kneeling position, then to my feet. The sudden change in position left me feeling slightly light-headed, so I put my hands on my knees for support.

Once I felt I wasn't likely to fall over, I took a look around from my new vantage point. It looked like a big warehouse: a huge metal shed on a floor of uniform but unfinished concrete.

This was a grey world, from the dull paint on the building's wall to the floor. And the too-bright light revealed all too clearly that there was nothing in this room apart from me.

There was no feeling of recognition, and I had no idea of how I might have arrived here. My body, while stiff and sore from lying on concrete, didn't seem to be injured; and so, partly because it seemed the only thing I could do, I decided to explore this bland space.

After looking round and finding nothing, I headed for a large door at the end furthest from me. When I got there, I was unsurprised to find it locked. After banging loudly on it, and shouting "hello?" a few times, I looked down to find a glass of colourless liquid on the floor.

As I picked it up, I realised how much of a thirst I had. And so, almost without thinking, I drained the glass in one. A little warm, and with a slightly metallic aftertaste, yes - but definitely water.

I waited to see if I might suffer any ill-effects. Then, when nothing happened, I continued my exploration.



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