The queue was incredibly long. I inched my way in, to catch a glimpse of the long-awaited event.
The room smelt of alcohol swaps and metal. Not pleasant at all.
The registration is divided into different categories. Nationality, then race, then age, then parts.
Parts? What parts? Why is there a category ‘parts’? Puzzled.
They seemed to be under-staff. Too busy to notice the papers that have flown onto the ground. Too busy to notice me, even. I picked up the paper.
Racey Mice . 32 . Liver. Room 708. Wow! They have 708 rooms?!
So I ventured in further, no one bothers to stop me though. Can they even see me? Came to a corridor, pointing to 100 – 500 on the right, 501 – 900 on the left. 900 rooms in total, I reckoned. Racey Mice shall be it, I took a left turn and started my 200-more rooms walk. Well, the rooms are pretty small, it should be a short walk.
Room 708. I turned the knob, very carefully, and took a peep. It’s a sight of all white. White walls and men in white robes.