It begins with music. Edvard Grieg’s Morning Mood, the perfect piece to start a wonderful and productive day. One by one, the people in the room stir. They come to, being greeted by the peaceful fluting piped in through rusty speakers hanging from the corners of the concrete walls.
First there is confusion. “Where am I? What is going on? Who are you?” These are the questions that they ask.
Then, there is fear. “Where am I!? What is going on!? Who are you!?” When they get no concrete answers as to their predicament, and they find that the only doors leading out of the room are firmly shut, the questions are asked again, more stridently this time.
And later on, there will be the call for calm, and for proper, polite introductions. People are predictable this way.
“Hi. I’m… uh… Aaron. I’m 22, and, uh, yeah. I’m kinda, like, finding myself at the moment… so… yeah...”
“You can call me Benton. I’m an OG businessman, you dig?”
“Hi! Caitlyn here… I’m 23 and I’m doing a course on the philosophical art of humanistic gendered theology. It’s nice to meet you all!”
“I’m Donna. I’m a fitness trainer. That's all.”
“E’gar.”
“Hello, I’m Francesca, and I’m the proprietor of the Jesus Saves Fiber-Rich Vegan Au Naturel Christian Green Food Grocer Mart. I’m not sure if anyone of you have heard of us, but we have a very thriving Facebook and Twitter presence, and are at the forefront of organic foods in town…”
“They just fucking with us, man. I ain’t gonna have none of this shit, sitting around here with you guys like we’re cool or anything.” Benton is the first to stand up and kick at the locked doors in his frustration. As always, in any group of people you have the impatient and the ones quick to resort to physical force.
Bunch of dumb motherfuckers.
Everyone hears it. Benton knows it, too. That his thoughts are, somehow, being broadcasted to the others…
