Day 7: Twenty-First-Century Man
As soon as I opened my eyes, I could tell that I was trapped in some kind of metal coffin. Was I dead? I thought as hard as I could about what had led me to this situation. There was Bruce, the Shangri-la, Rael, the bands, the sudden feeling of intoxication, and another dream. I had been so careful not to have any alcohol. I felt better knowing that I could recall that much.
As I touched the cold covering, I noticed a small circular window directly in front of my face. I arched my back so that my head was lifted closer to the glass, and I was able to peer out. I looked out of the window and strained to see what was around my metal coffin. An orbicular room filled with computers. I sighed and lay back down. I knew exactly where I was.
I tried to push open
