Top of the Room

You sweep up to the ceiling, feeling pretty smug about avoiding the nasty green thing down near the floor, when one of the bright lights catches your eye(s). It's an irresistable shade of purple.

Your fly instincts begin to kick in, drawing you toward it. You just know you shouldn't get too close, but it's drawing you closer and closer, like Icarus and his wings of feathers and wax....

As the bug zapper fries you to a fly-crisp, you hear a little voice murmur:

"Thank you for play testing the beta version of our cybertransformation system!"

The next moment, there is nothing but empty peace, empty calm. With no end.

Hmmm, let's pretend this never happened and try those buttons again.

Exit back to my homepage.