The Grey Interval (V-13: Minimalist Existentialism)
The space was grey. The floor was grey, the walls were grey, and the sky, if it could be called a sky, was a flat, featureless expanse of slate. There were no clocks, no calendars, and no mirrors. There was only the Interval. Subject 402 did not remember a name. He did not remember a home. He only remembered the Task. Every twelve hours, 402 had to walk from the grey pillar to the grey basin,...
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