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WAKE UP
It has been seconds, minutes, perhaps hours. Your body stirs. The back, terribly sore. Thankfully, you can feel the hard, cold floor from toes to face.
Blood trickles down the side of your head. The wire from your forearm is gone. Two red pinprick-sized holes remain.
Your head shifts. The blue light has brightened. The ceiling, as if a lid, has raised once again to permit more moonlight. Yet you cannot discern a point of origin for this light. It remains diffuse, cloudy as if a gas.
Sitting up feels strangely heavy. To your horror, the wire has apparently migrated to your head, the prongs no doubt puncturing skull and reaching your brain.
Do not remove the wire. You crawl a few feet, slowly, but all the same; you are no more restricted in where you go then you were before.
Where do you go?
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