Mehameha 2022

 Stark white during what I could only assume was the daytime hours, and a subtle gray represented the evening.

In addition, the room's architecture was disconcerting as there were no squared corners; therefore, one has no sense of depth. That is until you run full face into a wall. Why I was here and who put me in this location was made clear by a disembodied voice that filled the space. "Relax," the voice said. "You're here for observation; you will not be harmed. When our findings are complete, you will be released. We have implanted sensors in your body, so nourishment will be given to you when you feel hungry or thirsty. A shower and toilet will appear when your body needs to release liquids and waste. A pen and paper are also provided if you need to record your thoughts and feelings. Are there any questions?"

"What is it about me that gives you the need to observe?" I asked.

"Spirits," the voice mused. "With the sensors we've implanted, we will know how spirits communicate with you."

"I don't have control over that," I warned the voice. "It happens when it happens."

"We'll see," the voice was arrogant and filled with a false sense of bravado.

"You WILL see, and don't blame me when you don't get the outcome you want," I said.

"What does that mean?" The voice was curious now. "Explain that."

"Like the song says, you don't get what you want, you get what you need," I left it at that.

There was no sense of time in this space, so I had no idea how long I was there. I woke, I slept, I took a shit and a piss. I ate, showered, and so on, but no spirits. The voice asked again and again as to why there was no activity? It wanted to know who the sports were not communicating with me? 

"You create this genius facility with all this technology, and you implant sensors in my body, and you haven't figured out the answer to your question? Amazing, just amazing," I scoffed.

"What is the answer?" The voice was genuinely curious.

"People," I replied. "Spirits need and work from people's energy. Anything that is purportedly active with spirits can't be active by itself; energy needs energy. "You've been treating me like an un-plugged rice cooker wondering how to make me work so that I can steam the rice-you but haven't figured out how to plug me in."

....to be continued