For the first two seconds, you have no idea how to respond to that question. Then your body, no longer feeling numb, suggests one of its automatic responses. You agree with it, and execute it immediately.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"
You empty your lungs of air as fast as your screams of terror can allow. The science team jumps back, startled, and starts to make a number of rushed statements to each other as they hurry to stations set all around their laboratory. You don't catch what they're saying over your shrieking, and you don't catch what they're doing because you're running across this... surface in the other direction as fast as you can. You don't even care that there's nothing but an almost infinitely vast white wall in that direction, you just know that something out of a nightmare times a million squared is behind you and you want to get away.
You never even get off your surface-thing before walls and columns seem to rise out of it and pinch around you. Your fear, already at an absurd level, spikes through your body from your head to your toes. You think you're going to die, if you aren't already dead. Your heartbeat and heavy hyperventilating is the only sound you can hear in the darkness of your chamber. As you wait for some gruesome fate, your mind starts to swirl. Maybe it's the adrenaline wearing off, you think. It progressively gets stronger as vertigo kicks in. You lose your balance and fall on the ground. Whatever this stuff is, it's awfully soft, you think. Soft. Comfy. Warm. Pliant malleable. Elastic fluffy bendable delicate squashy fleecy fleshy furtive gelatinous echo tender gazebo STOP IT STOP IT STOP IT.
Your brain, still making your sense of up swirl, is now bombarding you with a bunch of words in no random order, like it's trying to force-feed you every word you've ever known. You can't take it anymore. Between the "disease", the giant monsters, the darkness, the fatigue, the dizziness, the overload... You've just had it. You feel your eyes almost roll back in their sockets as you collapse into a deep sleep.
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