The room you're in isn't spacious, your legs are drawn up to your chest and the hologram before you fills the room with pale, blue light. The walls are metal and get smaller at the top, some seawater you just spat out is dampening your socks (because who wears shoes inside their own house? Certainly not you.). Your palms rest on your knees as you take care not to bang your head. The room isn't cold and the metal doesn't feel cold. In fact, it feels about room temperature.

You shift a little bit to get a look at the hologram in front of you. As you do so, a few small buds rise out of your palms. You easily recognise these flowers as they bloom, staring at them in amazement. A Cyclamen, a bundle of Hawthorn and a red Geranium. This is freaky, you think, freaky and awesome. Carefully, you shift the flowers off of your hand and rest them on your crotch. It's honestly the safest place for them right now. Lucky nobody else can see this, or else they'd call you flower-dick or something like that.

The Hologram doesn't look interactive, more like a window to what your drowned living room looks like. A fish or two floats through a window, yet are quickly snatched up by something black.