The Loop of White
There are no windows in the room. There are no doors. There is only the white—a blinding, seamless expanse of porcelain light that extends in every direction. I do not remember my name. I do not remember the taste of salt or the feeling of wind. I am only Patient 0. The Voice tells me that I am a success. It tells me that I have achieved "Consciousness Persistence," a state of digital...
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