Clark Gable (19y/o Male, Geek)

"...the fuck!?" I say under my breath as I glance at the sterile metal walls. Each surface is unblemished, barren as I search for any sign as to where I am or how I got here. Every plane is the same metal material, but look like white ceramic. I should know, I spent the last semester meticulously studying material science. Floors taper into the walls which taper into the ceiling and back around it goes. However, for a cold material it seemed strangely comfortable. As I brace the ground with my palm a strange energy flows through me.

"Hello," I say, out loud. "Anyone there? Why am I here?" As I spoke the walls glowed and an electric hum came over the room. Instantly it felt like the pressure in the room changed. I started to feel hot and excitable as if the air came alive and my body was simply reacting in kind. Then while there were no windows to see out for a reference point, the tips in my inner ears told me that I was accelerating upwards. The feeling of sudden shift in another direction followed and then several seconds after a deceleration was undeniable despite the perturbing starkness that assaults my senses.

Then something even more strange happens. The wall ahead of me formed a hole maybe 3 inches in diameter. The indent of a door frame faintly depressed into the wall a foot or so to the left of the hole. Whatever material the walls are made of can shift and rearrange at will. Three symbols appeared as etchings above the hole. A phallus then an arrow pointing down towards the hole and then an open door.

The meaning was understandable enough, but its repercussions were mind-boggling. "Is this some kind of game to you!?" I shout at the top of my lungs. The silence of the cold walls was deafening. "Fucking let me out of here!" I slam the wall ahead of me in stinging frustration and slump against the wall in defeat.

"Hello, is anyone there? Can you help? I'm trapped in here too."