001 [Holo]
For a second, the combination of metal and white made David think this was a memory.
But the light was wrong, stronger and without that slight blue-green cast. And the room was completely wrong. He frowned. Modern architecture and decoration taken to an extreme. He was slightly dizzy, but the disorientation wasn't as strong as it was in most of his flashbacks. And his right wrist felt heavy, itched a little. Lifting it, he looked at the band that was evidently the cause. It was perfectly smooth, no clasp of any kind. He tugged at it. It wouldn't give.
This had to be a dream. That was different. He didn't often have dreams, let alone ones he was aware of. There was a term for that, wasn't there? “Lucid dream.” His voice sounded odd in this chamber.
What should he do?
Go with it, he guessed.
He stepped forward, out of the smaller chamber. There wasn't much to check in this room. Just a pedestal, and whatever was on it. One exit in front of him. He turned around. No exit hidden in the back. That made him uneasy, dream or no. There was something else back on the floor of the glass chamber, though. Stepping back up, he retrieved it.
His journal. “How did this...?” Well, it was a dream, why shouldn't it be here? He opened to a few random pages. It looked like it had everything in it. A photograph slipped out, he caught it before it could hit the ground and replaced it. He stood for a minute, contemplating the journal, the setting. It seemed he wasn't about to wake up soon.
He turned back towards the door. “Is anybody there?” Nothing. No voice, no sound of movement.
Probably best to look at that pedestal first. The thing on top seemed to be a recent cell phone, top of the line, slightly different from any he'd seen before. That fit with the futuristic theme. He picked it up, ran his fingers along the side. There was a stylus, and what was probably a volume control. The display was bright.
“This thing is on, isn't it? Can anybody hear me?”
But the light was wrong, stronger and without that slight blue-green cast. And the room was completely wrong. He frowned. Modern architecture and decoration taken to an extreme. He was slightly dizzy, but the disorientation wasn't as strong as it was in most of his flashbacks. And his right wrist felt heavy, itched a little. Lifting it, he looked at the band that was evidently the cause. It was perfectly smooth, no clasp of any kind. He tugged at it. It wouldn't give.
This had to be a dream. That was different. He didn't often have dreams, let alone ones he was aware of. There was a term for that, wasn't there? “Lucid dream.” His voice sounded odd in this chamber.
What should he do?
Go with it, he guessed.
He stepped forward, out of the smaller chamber. There wasn't much to check in this room. Just a pedestal, and whatever was on it. One exit in front of him. He turned around. No exit hidden in the back. That made him uneasy, dream or no. There was something else back on the floor of the glass chamber, though. Stepping back up, he retrieved it.
His journal. “How did this...?” Well, it was a dream, why shouldn't it be here? He opened to a few random pages. It looked like it had everything in it. A photograph slipped out, he caught it before it could hit the ground and replaced it. He stood for a minute, contemplating the journal, the setting. It seemed he wasn't about to wake up soon.
He turned back towards the door. “Is anybody there?” Nothing. No voice, no sound of movement.
Probably best to look at that pedestal first. The thing on top seemed to be a recent cell phone, top of the line, slightly different from any he'd seen before. That fit with the futuristic theme. He picked it up, ran his fingers along the side. There was a stylus, and what was probably a volume control. The display was bright.
“This thing is on, isn't it? Can anybody hear me?”