2
Maxon
Lianna and I step into a boxy space that’s covered in dull gray walls. It’s also empty.
As in no furniture.
No be happy in your work posters.
Not even a person standing around.
I take in a deep breath—or what passes for it now that I have no lungs—and sift through the air particles inside me. Totally stale. No humans have walked into this space for months.
Odd.
Suddenly, the walls flare to life. Turns out, they aren’t regular panels. Nope, these are huge monitors. One second, everything is dim. The next moment, all four walls radiate white light. A woman made of silver appears on the screen before us. She’s like a faceless Barbie doll, only one that’s made of metal. Gotta be honest. This kicks up the freak factor in here.
A smooth female voice echoes through the room. “Gre
