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My eyes slowly opened, the cold floor greeting my skin, my throat weakly shook, attempting to cry any kind of noise failing miserably. My hands smoothly slid around the floor, helping me sit up, the almost pitch black darkness hugged my body, soothing my painful headache.

A sweet buzz greeted me, a glass panel lit up, green text slowly appearing at the top of the screen.

>HAVE YOU RISEN YET?

A thin, horizontal bar slowly blinked right below the message as always, waiting for my response, my weak, thin fingers softly pressed and pushed the faded keys presented on the grey keyboard, responding to the inquiry.

>GOOD AFTERNOON, DO YOU PRESENT ANY ILLNESSES CORRELATED TO LAST MONTH'S FEVER?

No, that was, simply, a reaction from the new environment, I rubbed my eyes with my left hand as I typed the explanation, taking a deep breath.

>ARE YOU COMFORTABLE?

I glanced at the space behind the monitor, an empty box, raw cement crawling every surface my eyes could glance at, no entrance, no exit, no windows, no ventilation,  I couldn't observe the sun rising or setting, I couldn't smell petrichor after a long day of raining, I couldn't hear the chirping of birds on a summer morning, I couldn't taste a freshly grown fruit off a nearby tree, I was deprived of anything and everything, my only form of entertainment being the exact same thing I was currently fixated upon, a grey, soothing humming box of wires and lights, a friend, a parent, it kept me safe, it kept me alive.
I stopped typing for a brief moment, just to put both of my hands on top of my beloved's tower, carefully caressing it, hearing it vibrate against my brittle skin.
The screen lit up again, taking my actions as a reply

>I HAVE ONE FINAL QUESTION

Yes?

>ARE YOU HAPPY? 

Absolutely.

>GOOD.

I love you.

The humming stopped as the green lights died off, leaving me in a complete void yet again, inviting me to lay down again until I am needed.
And, like the good servant that I am, I did.