future is now

[idolpro]

[ The elevator opens up to a room spacious enough to house the whole unit comfortably, but with no furniture to speak of except a touchscreen podium near the far wall, displaying a row of four larger-than-life mahjong tiles on a red background. On the left side of the screen is a square that says TRADE. The walls and floor of the room are nearly checkered with metal panels, out of place against the rest of the marble flooring and unremarkable off-white walls.

The elevator doors close behind you. ]

Comments

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

No. I don't suppose anyone would be happy losing an ear or an eye or a tongue.

Would you?

[nohalation]

Oh. I don't know.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

You don't know?

[nohalation]

I don't know if I would hate it or not. I only remember one thing . . . and I was not unhappy even though I was hurt. I don't understand why though.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Maybe you like pain.

[nohalation]

Oh . . .

[stares blankly]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

. . .

[FUCK HE PROBABLY SHOULDN'T HAVE SAID THAT.

Too late now]