some people
from your past
know a version of you
that no longer
exist
Mischa - Short Story
I stare at the tube in silence. I've been looking at it for a few minutes now and it has been the same thing – red fluids floating in the black tube, but not leaking out of it. I wished I could get closer to take a look, but the heat emanating from it is too strong. I can only observe from a distance. I have the theory that the light in there is somehow linked to the white cable on the floor and goes up to a hole in the wall. I don't know where it goes after the wall; maybe to a gigantic generator or another instrument that might give the things inside the tube life. But well, since I'm pretty sure nothing will happen, I leave the big room that is used for storing all sorts of interesting and weird things. There's something hanging from one of the white walls. I don't know what it is. I used to look at it, but it does not move. I think it is made of silver, but I can't be sure. It is actually a good thing that it does not move because, whenever I look...
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