Imani let out a groggy “Hmph” before opening her eyes. Her vision met a dark grey ceiling. She turned her head and rubbed her eyes – dark grey walls around too. She stretched, and got out of bed, feet hitting a dark grey floor. She’d instantly aged thirty years, it seemed.
“Well, I’m still here, I guess it is time to go ahead and start my day, huh. Lights on.”
Imani, or rather, Dr. Williams, got dressed and walked out of her quarters and into the hallway.
Every wall in the hall was grey and nothing more, not even a nice picture or photo. Did NASA really need to compartmentalize so many aspects of people? Productivity over here, fun over there, mandated propaganda further over.
She passed the gym on her way down to the cafeteria, half expecting to see Valentina doing her regular Tuesday deadlifts, but instead of the expected clank of weights touching the floor, there was only silence.
Bwords 
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