Seriously, though!!!

“Well you know how this place works, surely? All those devices in the Terminal? Some of them must be scanning us humans for stories, fantasies, general desires. My whole experience has felt like something I’d find myself… writing…”

Everyone looked at me, all expressions bar [REDACTED] being hidden. His was that of mild amusement. I turned to look in a direction I felt most appropriate and felt the hairs on the back of my neck stand up as an unpleasant shiver ran down my spine.

I turned back to [REDACTED]. He kept watching, waiting for me to continue. Placing my face in my hand, I muttered many a choice word. I hoped no one present could hear them. They were reserved for myself.

This rhymes with feta.

Mmmm. Cheese.