“Welcome to Test Chamber Four.”
Her mechanical voice states in my ear.
The portal gun weighs heavy in my hands
And my little world seems to stop for a moment.
I think in orange and blue.
I think of where I want to go.
I think of how to get there.
I think where I need to aim.
I think of how not to kill myself.
I think of my own survival.
I think of my desire for freedom.
I think about how much I want her gone
And how much I hate this game we play.
I don’t think like a human.
I don’t think like me.
I think in portals.
