The next feeding came at what I guessed was midday. The floor slot hissed open, and a gray brick of paste slid out. I did not reach for it. Instead, I walked to the center of the cube—I had paced it out long ago, forty-two steps from any wall—and I stood there, arms at my sides, as the slot began to close.
She dissolved into the light before I could answer. the cage series
The floor trembled.
I dreamed of Mira, standing in a white room, smiling. The next feeding came at what I guessed was midday