It's hard to believe that it's been four months, ever since I went through that strange ritual in the forest clearing. A ritual that is still murky in my mind.
I've been on four interviews with doctors that are performing experiments on me. The doctors had said that my memory hasn't changed since the ceremony, but I feel something is off. There's an internal buzzing of thoughts haunting my head.
They're different from my usual thoughts; there's a persistent tone of urgency, like one of those memos that you get repeatedly forwarded at work. If I listen to the tone for long enough I feel strangely uncomfortable. I've stopped listening to those tones, in order to avoid the discomfort.
I have to admit that I was right to be sceptical of their story. That the aliens had really come, and that they'd given us a gift. That was a joke. It's a scam. I took the word of a couple of scientists who were on my side. Those scientists are long gone now.
They disappeared after the friendly looking couple came back from their trip to Mexico. I'm taking a sip of hot chocolate as I walk down a bright corridor. The chocolate tastes like crap like usual, so I didn't mind when they took away my cups and straws. I was even grateful in a way. I finally know for sure that those scientists were right about the aliens. I just hope that the other cult followers are just as intelligent as me.
It's soothing to walk through these corridors. It's like a prison for the privileged of the new world order. Those who are deemed worthy of immortal treatment by the scientific elite. The rich people, the rich corporations and the rich dictators. I'm a poor college student with no real assets whatsoever. There's nobody around me who is rich. I'm the only person here who still has a job.
The external environment has changed since they decided to invade the Earth, but inside the building, the only thing that has changed is the guards. I can still feel the safety of the structure; even if that security force is completely hostile towards me.
The door to my left opens and shuts, with no further sound. I can hear it from a short distance away. Nobody is around, but my mind says that they're there. It senses their presence more than it can see them. The sound is really close, almost right behind me.
I haven't seen anyone approaching me recently. It's been a few days since I last passed the corridor with the original guard stationed there. The door opens, and I see the guard standing there. Maybe she doesn't even know I've left. Maybe she's just waiting for the moment that I make the first move.
She's wearing a light turquoise shirt. Her eyes are standing out from her whitened face. She's got high cheekbones and her lips are so small. She's not like a regular pretty person. The most noticeable thing about her is her smell.
It's like she's sweating unlike everyone else around here. Perhaps the stress is getting to her more than the others. The smell is too powerful to miss, it's practically thick in the air. My nose wrinkles when I notice it. She has nothing on her pants besides the gun holster. She doesn't need any unnecessary decorations.
The gun is probably the only ornament she'll ever need. It's the size of her forearm. She's standing there. Just standing there. Is she new? No. There was no greeting. I don't think I've ever seen her before. She doesn't say a word, just looks at me. I don't say anything either.
This is going to be some awkward staring contest. I haven't seen her before. That's one thing that's for sure. I'm sure I would have recognized her.
I'm getting tired of this staring contest. I haven't seen this girl, but why is she staring at me? She doesn't have any weapons on her, but it's clear she's not as unarmed as she claims. She's got a weapon that she isn't wielding.
The built up fear of the guards is getting to me. It's gotten to the point where it's starting to give me dizzy spells. It's weird. No, I'm not coincidentally falling into this room. The room is designed to make people feel like they're falling when they enter it. It's not just my imagination.
It's a real physical sensation of falling and experiencing vertigo, as if the room were rotating around me. It's a too strange, too unnatural sensation. I don't want to be here. It's giving me strange, unpleasant headaches. My eyes are feeling weak and my body feels quite sore. I don't know what element of the building this room is made from.
I don't know what materials the floors, walls, and ceilings are made from. Even if I did, I'm not going to try to find out. There's a strange, powerful aura that is emanating from this place. Fear is the predominant emotion here.
She first looked, and then she started looking at me directly. After an eternity we look directly into each other's eyes. She's sizing me up. I don't know why I'm surprised by this. Maybe it's because I've never been in such a situation before. This is the first time my eyes have met with another human since I came to this place. Her expression is just as blank as mine.
I can't guess what she's thinking. The strange feeling in my head begins again. It's an unpleasant buzzing in the back of my mind that makes me feel like I'm being physically bombarded by energy. I shake my head and look down at the ground. The sound in my head stops for a certain moment. It makes it easier to think, but it doesn't feel like I'm not thinking. It's a strange feeling that I can't explain.
The floor doesn't give much to stand on, because it's made from the same stuff that the walls and ceiling are made from. The material has a low density but it's completely solid. It's not even slightly loose in any area of the floor. It's completely solid, I think. I've got a weird headache as I'm walking.
It's weird. I feel like I'm feeling every step I take. The walls are totally uniform, and there's a small amount of light coming from a single bulb in the ceiling. It's bright enough to make out my surroundings. The room looks like a giant cube made from sheets of aluminum that are stacked on top of each other.
I don't know how the ceiling is this high. There are no visible supports for the steel, or whatever it is. This is all looks really strange. I wish I could just leave.
