There was no wind in the room. There was no sun, no moon, and no clock. There was only the white—a blinding, absolute white that erased the horizon and swallowed the shadows.

A sat in a chair that was the same color as the walls. She wore a white dress that felt like paper against her skin. Across from her, B was strapped to a metal table, his eyes wide and vacant, staring at a ceiling that didn't exist.

C sat behind a desk of polished bone. C had no face, only a voice that sounded like a thousand whispers overlapping in a single, monotone chord.

"B is a deviation," the voice said. "He attempted to define the boundaries of the system. He tried to find the edge of the white. For this, he must be erased."

A looked at B. She did not remember how they were related, only that there was a tether between them, a thin, invisible thread of shared history that felt like a phantom limb.

"Why erase him?" A asked. Her voice was flat, stripped of all inflection. "If he is a deviation, he is the only interesting thing in this room. Erasure is a waste of data."

"Data is only useful when it is ordered," the voice replied.

"Then order him," A suggested. "Let him live, but remove his ability to perceive the white. Give him a world of colors, of sounds, of smells—a simulated reality where he believes he is free. Then, observe how he attempts to find the edge of that world. You will learn more from his struggle in a fake world than from his silence in a real one."

The voice was silent for a long time. The white seemed to vibrate.

"A logical proposition," the voice finally said. "The simulation will be granted. B will be 'saved'."

A flicker of light passed through the room, and B's expression changed. His eyes focused. He began to breathe deeply, a smile spreading across his face. He was no longer in the white room; he was in a forest, hearing the song of birds and feeling the warmth of a sun he had never seen. He was happy. He was free.

A watched him. She did not smile. She knew that the forest was just another layer of white, a more complex cage designed to keep the prisoner occupied.

"Is he happy?" the voice asked.

"Yes," A replied.

"And does it matter?"

"No," A said. "The simulation is working perfectly."

A looked at her own hands. She wondered if she, too, was in a simulation. She wondered if there was another A, in another white room, watching her and calling it a "successful experiment." She realized that the only difference between the prisoner and the savior was the thickness of the wall they were standing behind.

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