I see the face of the judge that sentenced me to this horrible fate. I feel my heart pounding in my chest a his face rises up out of the hole without a body. Was he decapitated? The thought gives me hope. I reach out to touch the face and feel a horrible burn as my hand passes right through. I begin a scream but hold my tongue as I notice that the face casts a glow over the whole room. My hope then fades in an instant, replaced by pure hatred as the face begins to speak. "Hello, and welcome to cell 913. On behalf of prison Venara, we hope you enjoy your stay." It says with a voice like nails on a school chalkboard overlapping with the beeping of circuitry. "You may as well make yourself comfortable, as this will be your home for the rest of your life." The face's smug expression and all-too-happy voice are enough to drive anyone bonkers. "You will receive food three times a day with the exception of Mondays, Wednesdays and Sundays on which you will not receive any meals" What day is it? Monday, Thursday? In truth I have no idea. "We thank you for being so agreeable. We will get back to you in a month. Good-bye." The holograph flickers out and I am plunged into total darkness.