[i/]I wake a room. The short step from an ignorant mind to a conscious one happened quickly, so fast I was almost aware of being asleep. I get to my feet, and look around. The room looks like it has not been entered for years. A layer of dust clings to every surface, every corner and every edge. A thin, weak yellow light shines in from a window set high on the opposite wall, illuminating the tiny motes in the air. They seem to dance and twirl, rising and falling and rising again. The shelves against the wall to my right are filled with old computer parts. Motherboards and CPUs and wires, circuitry and batteries and screens, all covered with dust. Likely not been touched or decades at least. I turn around, scanning the rest of the room. There is no door. Only the single window.
Underneath the window sits a bank of computers. There is no dust on them, and they gleam in the watery sunlight. Brand new.
Walking over to them,I flick one of the monitors. With a whirring hum, it powers up. The screen flickers for a moment, then comes to life, bathing the room in an alien green glow. Black text flows down at a speed to fast to read, then stops. A window pops up. I squint to read it.[/i]