Absence of Nothing

> Dab.

What year do we live in, 20XX? Please. Humanity has long outgrown that. Only historians even bother trying to do it.

> Think.

It's only because of strange reasons you have as much time as you do right now.

You were placed in this empty, empty space one day with no real explanation.

You were told it was for safety.

You saw their faces, though. Their papers. The little small near illegible writing on a paper that holds your name and status.

You're inclined to disbelieve them, now. But you couldn't tell them no because you've already agreed.

Everything didn't hurt, though, so you never complained.

It's okay.

Your empty room is exactly what you volunteered for.

You shake your head and shift your mind to other thoughts.

Why cant you microwave an egg? Whats a microwave?

Microwaves are outdated. That's what they are. They may be the base for several heating appliances, but they're pretty old tech.

...

You still like having them.

Microwaving an egg sounds dangerous, somehow. It's still food though, so it's probably fine.

Name the plant Chuck.

You approach the potted plant.

It's a mechanical fabrication of a typical, organic, plant.

The body of it looks natural, but you know better. It's made of soft, insulating fabric. A spherical circle floats on top of it, surrounded by three smaller spherical circles in kind.

You tell the plant its name is now Chuck.

The plant says nothing. It merely just whirrs in response.

Yeah, you really didn't expect it to have those sassy kind of responses.

Skim books for answers.

You pick a book at random from your small pile.

The spine reads "The Approximate History of the Apocalypse".

You shuffle through the pages, but you've already read this book several times. The pages are highlighted, dogeared, and bookmarked.

There is no information that you haven't already known, but you'll summarize what you're reading anyways.

The sun never died. In fact, it became worse. People were driven to live underground. Some took to flying away in space, hoping to look for a home. Others, still....

Well, it is what it is.

If needed, you could expound on it.

Break the Mirror.

You walk up to the mirror.

The mirror is only a mirror in name. It merely reflects the true place you are protected in.

In the mirror, you cannot even see yourself. A book can't even be reflected in it.

Because in the outside is nothing. The world is nothing anymore.

You pause.

Do you still wish to break it?