He awoke standing in a room. No other word could be used to encapsulate it. It was as if it had taken every modifier that could be applied to it and flicked them on. The ceiling was tiled with bamboo support beams and steel rivets. The walls were stained with blood splotches that randomly cut off to make way for a bulkhead door made of rotted wood and colored glass. The rugged floor had a secondary rug made of stone with jeweled tassels.

In the center of the room was a cube. No other word could be used to encapsulate it. All the modifiers were turned off. About two meters by two meters by two meters, unknown material, and a barely reflective white sheen.

He felt compelled to walk towards it. He walked the few feet of distance and placed his hand onto the cube. His nerves sent signals to his brain that it couldn’t quite decipher. It was solid, as his hand didn’t go through it, but it didn’t feel like anything. There was no temperature, nor any identifiable material to compare it to. It was just a piece of reality that no one had bothered to texture, leaving it neither rough nor smooth, neither soft nor hard.

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His brain tried to reflect on this, but it’s attention snapped back to the other parts of this situation. Where was he? Who brought him here? Why!? Was he going to see his family again!?! Wait, did he have a family!?!? Who was -simulation terminated.

Simulation Notes: Remind Sarah to send the right files next time, alright? This piece of shit guzzles electricity, and if I didn't double check, this simulation could have eaten a lot of our budget.