The room was spacious. LED lights hung from the ceiling and cast a sterile glow over the entire area. Partial murals adorned the once-white walls, much like the hallways of the first and second floors. Four rows of five rectangular tables, each seating up to a dozen people, filled the space. Neat stacks of black plastic chairs with shiny metal legs rested against part of the back wall.
The cafeteria wasn"t just for dining, but supplied a spot for group and private meetings. It was where the aware discussed the next plan. Where the cognizant helped those still in semi and complete unresponsive states. And where the brainwashed came for psychotherapy and reprogramming. It was a safe place where we examined problems with our memories and fears. Since returning, I made my discontent with the
