Syber

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic
Syber is about a man, discovering himself...

I made this story for fun, I enjoyed it so I thought maybe some others would too. Thats why I'm publishing it on here. It may be a bit ruff, but I still think it's a good story. Thank you for reading it :)

Submitted: August 06, 2017

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Syber

The boxy black armored truck pulls up to the window of a parking station. It's black metallic paint reflecting the clear night sky. The dark tinted windows drop down so far as to hear the driver speaking, but not quite make out who it is. As always, the driver reads off his identification number and passes a slip of paper through the small crack in the window. The parking attendant reaches for the slip and reels it into the small station. She turns to her left and finds a steel gray device with a translucent red scanner propped on top. She slides the card across the scanner, checking the monitor for any warnings. Her other hand is pressed lightly against a warning button beneath the desk. One error on the monitor and she clicks the button, locking her inside and alerting the police. Once the card passes the test, she retrieves it and passes it back to the driver. They exchange goodbyes and the truck proceeds into the vacant parking lot. It turns left and drives through an automatic gate. It slams shut behind the truck. The truck then drives into a tunnel and stops when it comes upon a door. The door is bright white, as is the walls and lights of the tunnel. The black truck stands out against the true whiteness of its surroundings. The driver, wearing all black leather matched with a black glasses and a black silk fedora, places his palm on the door. The door flashes with visuals showing the hand being compared with those of the database. Within seconds, the sound of a lock releasing can be hear as the door unlocks. The driver slides his hand against the handle and grabs on as he pulls forward. The driver takes a cautious step inside and looks around. He's met with a tunnel appearing the continue forever, doors lining every side. Each white plastic door is matched with a metal plaque engraved in black text depicting the room number. The first, on the driver's left, is RM-001. Being the smart person he was; the driver knew this meant there were at the most 999 rooms. Why he thought this, he did not know, but he was rest assured that this hallway could not go on forever, due to the lack of space in the room numbers. The number 1000 would not fit in the three digit space provided. Therefore, the last room the builders of this tunnel could accommodate is RM-999. The driver decided to then try to open the first door to his left, RM-001. To his surprise, there was no door handle. This, he thought, was peculiar. How was he ever supposed to open a door, missing a door handle. He's never seen a door without a handle before, let alone try to open one. This, to put simply, confused him. He tried to push the door, but, it did not move a single inch. It did in fact move a centimeter, but that was not enough room to wiggle through. The driver decided to check the other rooms for handles. RM-002 was similar to RM-001 due to its lack of handles. RM-003 followed suit. As well as RM-004 and RM-005. So did RM-006, RM-007, RM-008 and RM-009. He checked RM-010 and to his surprise again, there was no handle to be seen. The driver stopped to scratch his head. What a strange strange sight, he thought. Although the first ten rooms did not have a handle, he concluded that there must be at least one of the possible 999 rooms that had a handle. Therefore, he continued down the tunnel. As he reached RM-020, the doors switched colors. RM-020 and on were a neon orange. The driver preferred this more than the bland white ones. What a shame that the painter decided that white be the color that the first doors were painted. He would've much preferred a hot pink or fire red. Nonetheless, he continued searching. He searched up to RM-040 as he became aware that once again, the doors switched colors, this time to a lime green. He liked this color, he's always had a fondness for green. Green is the color for comfort, trust and money, all things he wished he had an abundance of. He furthered his journey down the tunnel, in search for an openable door. The doors again switched colors at RM-060 and RM-080. As well as RM-100, RM-120, RM-140, RM-160, RM-180 and so on and so forth. The colors went from lilac purple to wood brown. Some colors he enjoyed, others he did not. Some colors he associated with feelings such as pleasure, happiness and success. Others, he associated with feelings like death, loss and suppression. Each color, each a new feeling. But, sadly for him, there were no doors with a handle. The further he went down the tunnel the more and more he longed to open one and peek inside. It started to become an addiction. He lost track of time. He wanted to venture into a door and unlock its secrets. As he went further and further into the tunnel, the faster his pace became. He started to jog. Passing RM-332 and RM-408. He began to cry, he did not know why but they fell uncontrollably down his face. The tears pushed him into a run. He ran and ran down the hallway, reaching RM-561 and passing RM-629. The tears soon stopped and transformed into laughter. He laughed and laughed, as he ran and ran down the tunnel. The colors flashing around him in a majestic blur. Emotion was flowing through him, he lost his glasses and his fedora. He picked up his pace as he passed RM-791. He sprinted down the tunnel. His leather jacket flew off revealing his t-shirt underneath, the surrounding colors rubbing into it to form a swirling rainbow design. He passed rooms upon rooms, no handles were seen. As he neared RM-927, he ran like he never ran before. His hair blowing in the wind and his shoes burning off. He bolted, bare foot down the tunnel. Passing the swooshing colors. The faster he went to more emotions filled his body. Anger, fear, sadness, surprise, guilt, thankfulness, joy. They filled him with substance, with meaning. He shed his black leather pants showing his underwear beneath. The colors once again taking hold of the shade of his underwear, tranforming it to an ever changing colored underwear. He ran and ran and ran until he was stopped by a door. RM-999. The final door, covered in black. Sweat and tears filled his face as she struggled for breath. The black door staring at him, forcing him to stop, forcing him to sit on the ground as it stands there. The driver had enough of these doors. Each one with a possibility of a handle, only to let him down and fill him with emotions. RM-999 was no different. It stared him down. The driver was vivid. He stared back, leering at the door. No door was going to stop me, he thought, not as long as I'm living on this earth. Not as long as I'm breathing, feeling, hearing. The driver sat there, wildly panting. His gaze was caught by a flashing light. His eyes jumped up as he saw another door, this one above him. The text written on the metal plaque read RM-1000. Hmmm, he thought, that's impossible. There is no such thing as a RM-1000, he told himself. He knows, for certain, he must be seeing things. He did the math, 1000 would not fit in a three digit spot. Not today, not tomorrow, not yesterday. But yet here it is, after rubbing his eyes he was surprised to see the door, still there. It's color, a combination of all the others. Swirling on and on. The emotions this door conveyed were endless. The driver stood and reached for the door. This door was different, it… it had a handle. A white glistening handle. He wrapped his fingers around the handle and pulled the door down. Behind the door, laid a gaping white hole. He thought he could hear the hole calling his name, beckoning him further. He reached for the hole, begging for it to suck him in. Begging for the hole to take him away, far far away. As he begged more and more, he felt himself being pulled into the whiteness. The feelings encompassing him. He was pulled further and further until he was surrounded by light. Bright white light. He looked around, not being able to tell where he was or which direction he was looking. He looked down but he could not see his body, his hands and arms gone. The light grew greater and greater. It was so bright the driver felt as though his eyes might burst. He tried to close them but he could not. They were glued open, taking in the incredible light. As the light brightened, the driver lost consciousness. He began to drift off, losing all feeling and emotions. His brain and soul began to shut off. Then everything stopped. The driver was gone, so was the tunnel, the doors, the truck, the parking lot and the parking attendant. The world the driver once cherished and loved crumbled beneath his disappearance.

 


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