The Meaning Of

During a discussion about the meaning of life with my friend, we somehow began writing this story. I would write an installment, and then she would, completely making it up as we went. This is the result. Basically, for 70 some years, my friend searches for the grand question and answer to the meaning of life. Finally, after all that time, we come in contact again.




I was abruptly woken up by the men pulling me out of the car. The men set me on the titanium floor. They soon exited the room locking the door. I was now being held prisoner in an all white padded room except for one wall, which had a window to look in the next room, and above the door was a rectangular window so people could see me. I noticed more people in all black were watching me from that window. What was this place? I looked over to the room next to me and noticed that it was empty. Shocker. I looked around my new room. There was a bed and a dresser. All white. I wondered why it was all white? Maybe since I was so pale I could blend into the walls and sneak out when the door opened, if it ever did. There was also a sink and a toilet, as well as a shower. But no curtain? What the hell? Something hit my head and falls to the floor. What was this? Written on the tag it read "This is your new uniform. Put it on." I looked up and saw a blackhole open up in the ceiling and white shoes come down from it. This place was so futuristic. I quickly put my uniform on and realized that it changed to black. There goes my blending in idea. I started walking around the room to find a way out. I put my hand on the wall and removed it. A black hand print was left and I watched as it disappeared. The white must be heat sensitive. That explained my uniform changing colors. All of the sudden an alarm went off and I noticed the door in the next room opened. Three of the men threw in another person. The person laid motionless and almost naked on the ground, covered in whip wounds, dripping blood everywhere .Who was that? The person slowly got up and I realized that it was Jason! They must have beaten him. I started pounding on the window and screaming his name, but he couldn't hear me. He looked towards my direction, but he couldn't see me. I figured it must have been a one way mirror. What the hell was this place? Then I froze. If this was a one way mirror, then who was in the room next to me?

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