Waking up from a stupor, my memories became clearer, but this time they were fascinating and unsettling at the same time. Thousands of apocalyptical scenarios came to mind: hundreds of alien races being imprisoned, each one of them in a biosphere that had been rebuilt to the most minute details in order to be familiar to them and cause the least amount of stress to inmates. Unanswered questions were popping up in my head; as soon as I focused on one of them, it would lead me to another. I needed to slam the breaks on my thoughts and manage them in a more organized, less chaotic flow. Maybe we could now say that we were part of a collective and share the same destiny with those other beings.
The fact that we were surrounded by different alien species—possibly couples, small groups, or even
