Chapter 115: I’ll be there
Tyson stood in his square white room—sleek and far more advanced than anything he’d seen in his own city. High-tech interfaces floated mid-air, like transparent screens, lining the walls. Even the fridge and the entrance to the washroom had designs, crafted to match a human’s styles.
He took a cautious step forward to the futuristic fridge. When he opened it, light flickered inside, and a holographic menu appeared, displaying a list of food items from Earth. Some meals he recognized instantly—things he’d eaten all his life. Others were exotic, unfamiliar.
He hesitated, then tapped the icon of a warm meal.
For a moment, he doubted the machine’s promise. How could a fridge create a warm meal instantly—especially one from Earth? But in the next second, a steaming plate appeared in the upper chamber—the space where ice cubes were usually stored.
He blinked, stunned. it was warm, as if freshly made, but who made it? and how?
He had been skeptical when he got the the rubber suit—another product of this mysterious facility. But the moment he slipped it on, he felt the difference. This wasn’t like the cheap imitations back home. The suit vibrated faintly with a hum of energy—an unfamiliar frequency, tuned perfectly to fuel his meta-bot. He could feel it unlike many other who just frowned.
And then there were the nano-particle stations—sleek pods where users could recharge their reserves in mere seconds. On Earth, the process took over an hour. Here, it happened in an instant.
Tyson leaned against the wall, a plate of food in his hand. He was hungry, to the point he ignored the possibility that it might be poisonous or dangerous...
This place... was alien in design but eerily suited to human needs. It was efficient, intuitive, and oddly comforting.
But the question still lingered: Who built it? And why give them so much? when they are all here to die?
Tyson lay on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. a activity he often did when he was alone. It used to be calming, watching the stars stuck to his ceiling back home in his room. But here, there were no stars. Just smooth, white metallic panels. they were foreign and Alien.