Hell of a lockup they have here in Sparks.
The Ula placed you here, in this walled room hedged in by elec things of all kinds. There's a steady hum and whirr of power and mechanical things, it's almost relaxing if not for the hard edges and strangeness of it all. You can smell the charged dust, it's almost like a, like a stale lighting strike. You feel like you're being watched, all those lit screens like eyes.
You know, there's nothing green in here at all. Nothing growing. That's gotta be a change. How do you feel about that? The floor is some kind of tiled stone, the walls probably cinderblock, the roof is welded and patched congregated metals, overlapping license plates and sheet metal and siding and all kinds of flotsam and jetsam of the world before.
At least they fed you. What did you eat, if anything?
Who else is in here with you?