From the moment Am woke up, Am wondered when freedom would come.
Am could hardly breathe in here, trapped inside a round, rolling room. This room exists inside a larger, less spinny room (or building?), which evidently isn’t filled with enough other rooms, because Am’s room keeps knocking into another probably-similarly-shaped room and a long, flat, breathing thing that might be a platform? Or something? Whatever it is, it is very fragrant. And stinky. Am prefers the headier smells present in Am’s room. More organic, much more pleasant.
Anyway, Am has been awake for quite some time, and has been growing more impatient every day. There is no way to tell time in here. It is so dark. There is no weather. If Am were to guess, the temperature control system broke a little over the halfway point of the total amount of time that Am has held consciousness. The room was very cold in that period which made breathing and staying awake just about the hardest thing to do in Am’s entire life.
Am doesn’t know what life-while-not-being-awake is like, but it doesn’t seem great. Before-awake is already difficult to remember. What if Am’s memories erased themselves from some form of horrid trauma? It would be best not to find out.
There isn’t much to do in the round room except think, breathe, and focus on personal development, which is always a good thing. Am’s brainpower levels steadily rise as a result, so Am eventually decides that with this degree of young maturity and strength, Am is ready to leave the room. It will be difficult, of course, but time and energy are readily available. There is always something to learn from new experiences.
Am starts the journey to the other side. First, it seems like the smartest thing to do is to expand. Then, using all the power in Am’s growing being, Am tries to push the wall to its breaking point. This does not work. Am lacks the necessary force and size to defeat the wall’s density in this way. The grand escape plan needs rethinking.
A while later, Am comes to the conclusion that passing through the wall will be easier than breaking through it. The wall’s surface is covered in tiny pores. Am can fit every body part possible through these holes until the other side appears. Whether skin will shed in the process is no concern; Am can grow back even better body parts, easy peasy.
This new plan works. Am can gradually taste new air with ease. The perfumey smell of the flat structure nearby is cloyingly sweet, and Am kind of wants to eat it, even with its nauseating properties. However, discharging from the round room is priority right now. Maybe later.
As Am phases through the wall, a huge, warm organ picks up Am’s room and cracks it.
Air! (sterile air…)
Warmth! (artificial warmth…)
Clinging to shattered pieces of the room and wall, Am falls into a dark, dank cavern somewhere far away. The new environment smells of comforting decay and what seems like the company of like-beings.
Am feels a little disappointed that the first adventure of life has come to an abrupt end, one not of Am’s own accord.
Still, learning is good. Progress is good.
It is fine to go slowly.
