The Room

One moment he was sitting at home, typing at his computer. Before he could react, he was in a near empty white room sitting in a chair similar to the one he left. For some reason he knew he was in a different time – despite the lack of physical evidence. He waited patiently for something to happen.

He looked at the chair more closely, it seemed to have sensors embedded in it. He made a point to be as calm as possible. Listening carefully he could hear a synthesized voice, reading out his vitals.

He heard a bit of an argument in the background. There seemed to be some debate as to whether to make more direct contact, as he seemed to be in little distress. The protocols were cited and it was decided that if he remembered anything of the experiment when back in his own time, next time would be different.

Just as suddenly he was back in his own time, and he began writing.