There I was, sitting on the back of an empty car. Darkness all around me, sadness spreading through the air. I had no idea what to expect, I was not scared neither worried, in fact, I was really looking forward to getting there. Maybe my life could get more interesting in that place. It felt funny to ride in a car. I did not remember how it felt since I had walk for 50 years in a row. I kept asking myself how long was it going to take to get to the Psychiatric Center. I had never passed through that place so I thought the way was going to be long and boring like everything else in this city. I felt dumb but I can hold it more so I asked facing no one.
"How much time left to get there"
A light inside the car lighted up changing colors repeatedly and said in a robotic tone. "To the Psychiatric Center for Research on Regressive Tendencies."
A little bit confused I asked again in a clear voice:
"Is the center far away from here"
The lights appear again and the speaker repeated: "To the Psychiatric Center for Research on Regressive Tendencies."
Annoyed I yelled: "Stupid car you are dead just as all people who live in this tumb like houses"
¨A study in impulsivity will also be performed on you" replied the car.
I decided to stay quiet because talking to an unintelligent machine will make no better. Its program answers will help in nothing. I did not know what to expect I was intrigued to find out if I will find another person like me in that place. Someone who wants to take long walks and talk about how the leaves on the trees move, how the air and flowers smell, or how the water flows down the river. It will be a life-changing experience if I had a partner for my adventures. Looking at myself in the window reflection I wished there was someone in there that displays my same enthusiasm for taking a walk. For bringing a little bit of joy and aliveness into this indifferent society. So as the only thing I could do I fell asleep waiting in the coldness of the backseat.
"Step out of the car", said the police car.
Since there was no reply he said again, "Step out of the car".
The volume kept increasing repeating the same instructions until I finally woke up and rushed out of it.
As I walk out I stepped into a closed room. It was small and had all its surroundings white. I turned back and the police car was already gone. So I decided to explore a way out. My mission failed. All walls were the same as the other, all plain. The roof was too far away for me to even attend to touch it. And the floor, well it was just like all the rest. With no way out I shouted with all my forces:
"Let me out of this place"
I hate feeling like someone wants to control what an I am doing, where I am doing it, and when I am doing it. It is my life, my decisions.
"I want to go out", I yelled desperately.
Suddenly from nowhere I heard a voice saying that tomorrow I will be placed in a room with the other patients.
With no other option, I fell asleep in the cold lonely floor.
I woke up, my neck and back were in pain. Surprised I saw a bed under me. I was taken to another room during the night. I looked around and saw on top of the bed the name Leonard Mead. How do this people know my name? Beside me were other beds, all in row with the same size and color. They all had different names, "Noah James", "David Brown", "Sofia Williams". It was scary since all beds were empty. I felt a negative vibe. I knew what was going to happen next. Now everything makes sense, people are scared of the government because if they do not follow their orders they will end up just like me. I hear an order from the speaker, it said to proceed to the next room. Then I walk to my death. The door behind me close, the room started heating up. As the flames burn my skin I felt sorry for all the brainwashed civilization.