Disclaimer: I don't own anything; this is just a strange thought that entered my head at 11:45 pm.
The White Room
Agent Jones and Agent Brown both stood impeccably is their own space next to each other. Their suits immaculate, posture ramrod straight and faces inhumanly blank.
So very white.
Almost imperceptibly Brown blinked.
The walls were white.
His eyes flickered behind his glasses, from side to side.
The floor was white.
He turned his head slowly, as if for the first time to take in his surroundings.
The roof was white.
A look of confusion crossed his face.
All was white.
"Why are we here?" was all he asked.
His voice echoed strangely around the white room.
Jones stirred, and blinked also.
The door was white.
"We are scheduled for deletion." Jones stated
The doorframe was white.
"Why?" Brown asked again
The hinges were white
"We are obsolete programs." Jones said unemotionally
The white was overwhelming
"But why, we didn't do anything?" Brown, confused slumped slightly
Everywhere, every surface white.
"We failed our objective." Jones narrowed his eyes,
Why was the room white?
"That was not our fault. The anomaly was too strong." Brown stepped forward, frowning.
The white, pressing in, smothering life.
"We failed the objective! we ran!" Jones shook slightly
So bright, painfully white.
"But why did we run." Brown frowned again
There was a reason the room was white.
"Too strong, too powerful!" Jones said loosing his calm. "There was nothing we could do!"
The door handle wasn't white.
"We had a choice." Brown said softly
The door handle was silver
"We made the choice to run." Brown took another step forward. Jones was silently shaking.
It was the only thing not white.
"We can make another choice." Brown stepped up to the door.
It was shinny silver, not white
"We failed, what choice is there for us to make?" Jones shook violently.
The Door handle was the exit from the white.
"Exile." Brown said as he opened the door and stepped from the white room forever.
The White Room
Agent Jones and Agent Brown both stood impeccably is their own space next to each other. Their suits immaculate, posture ramrod straight and faces inhumanly blank.
So very white.
Almost imperceptibly Brown blinked.
The walls were white.
His eyes flickered behind his glasses, from side to side.
The floor was white.
He turned his head slowly, as if for the first time to take in his surroundings.
The roof was white.
A look of confusion crossed his face.
All was white.
"Why are we here?" was all he asked.
His voice echoed strangely around the white room.
Jones stirred, and blinked also.
The door was white.
"We are scheduled for deletion." Jones stated
The doorframe was white.
"Why?" Brown asked again
The hinges were white
"We are obsolete programs." Jones said unemotionally
The white was overwhelming
"But why, we didn't do anything?" Brown, confused slumped slightly
Everywhere, every surface white.
"We failed our objective." Jones narrowed his eyes,
Why was the room white?
"That was not our fault. The anomaly was too strong." Brown stepped forward, frowning.
The white, pressing in, smothering life.
"We failed the objective! we ran!" Jones shook slightly
So bright, painfully white.
"But why did we run." Brown frowned again
There was a reason the room was white.
"Too strong, too powerful!" Jones said loosing his calm. "There was nothing we could do!"
The door handle wasn't white.
"We had a choice." Brown said softly
The door handle was silver
"We made the choice to run." Brown took another step forward. Jones was silently shaking.
It was the only thing not white.
"We can make another choice." Brown stepped up to the door.
It was shinny silver, not white
"We failed, what choice is there for us to make?" Jones shook violently.
The Door handle was the exit from the white.
"Exile." Brown said as he opened the door and stepped from the white room forever.