Elara knew she had woken up to another day in the same room. That was why she didn't even bother to open her eyes. The same cold metal, the same rhythmic beeping sounds, the same artificial reflection of red and white lights… This unchanging order that had gone on for days was no longer just boring, it had started to feel humiliating. This mechanical system that measured when her body woke up, when it got tired, when it collapsed, treated her not like a human, but like an equation to be solved. Even with her eyes closed, she knew almost the entire room by heart. She could feel exactly at what intervals the light on the ceiling flickered, when the energy flowing through the walls intensified, at what frequency the sensors in front of the door operated, without needing to see them anymore. And the worst part was, she was getting used to it.
