Maddening, The Hall further taunts the lost soul.
For years I’ve walked this narrow hall alone. Read More
Haven’t seen a copy in ages.
Haven’t seen one alive. Ever.
Stranger that I miss them.
I’ve never stopped walking, though. And now there’s a steel rectangular indent on the wall. Seven by three vertical feet. No handle. Thus I beg the question, can doors exist in this place?
It might have been months or weeks, but I haven’t moved from before this indent. It means something.
It has something.
The wall goes on from where I came and it goes on to where I’m headed. But I’ve never seen an indent. I’ve never seen anything on the wall but the wall.
And copies stacked against it.
Nothing ever happens with the indent no matter how long I…
Don’t know how long it’s been. Feels like months. Perhaps years.
I’ve… not starved. What does it mean? Am I even alive?
At the beginning the pain of starvation felt as though it would never end. Lost consciousness many times but always woke up. And then all sensation receded allowing me to enjoy the prison.
This ever stretching electric funhouse, is it hell? Was I a monster in my previous life? Was there a previous life? This might be the universe. A wall of concrete on one end and a wall of copies of me on the other.
They’ve never talked. The only ones out of their tanks are dead. The hall never ends. Either wall never ends.
And I can’t die. For weeks I attempted to cause trauma to my head. The blunt force of the concrete wall was excruciating at first, but that too faded until no sensation remained.
Now I just walk. I don’t know how long it’s been, but I walk. A Straight line down the hall of infinity. I step around the bodies of the dead copies.
I’m the only copy alive as far as I know.
Even the fire is metallic in this unstimulating hell. Cooked rotten meat licked and scorched by the sunrise flame.
The air tastes of burnt plastic and copper from the wires I crossed to start the fire. I’ve been too lost to admire the lovely structure inspired by scientific miracle and horrid nightmares.
I’ve begun to question the purpose of the wall. It stands tall harassing me up into forever. It must be god. The wall is god and I am no more than its subject. Absurd, but it’s the best guess I have for where I am. Either I’m at the end or at the beginning of the world.
The meat still tastes rotten. I’d nearly forgotten when I got lost staring at the wall, but there’s the thought again and with it came the taste. It doesn’t go away. And If I was okay with dying today, which I wish was the case, I’d go away. But I’m scared and fascinated. It’s not fair that I can’t help but procrastinate on my death just to see what fate awaits.
Two days or three weeks have gone by and this road is bleak and I don’t checkout of the ride. Read More
...bits cracked by my skulls repeated impact against concrete. Fingernails broken off by all the attempts to hatch another.
Debating whether to lay for rest and die as a means of escape from this merciless prison I see a shadow ahead. A dark figure piled into the corner where the wall and floor meet. And the excitement is enough to robe me of the lack of energy and propel momentum. But only until proximity reveals truth. And as I approach the features become familiar and my pace drops. Although this is the first person outside of a pod I’ve seen, this is just another... Read More
...calms me enough to organize all relevant thoughts. Understanding my environment becomes priority under rational thought.
I’m cushioned in by walls to my back and sides. A surface so smooth it’s frictionless before me. Increased resolution reveals glass.
The padding inside is whiter as I see more. A grey featureless wall twenty feet away appears. It stretches the entire view on the other side of the glass.
Out of sight shines an electric blue light. It’s barely there. The wall is just bright enough to reflect the faintest bit. The source is hidden too far left to see from inside the container... Read More