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Incommunicado

It was the strangest sensation I had ever felt. For a while I was completely confused and could not make sense of the flood of impressions, perceptions, and even emotions that was threatening to drown me. I even thought for a moment that I was dead or that I was going through a near-death experience.

The first shock was the sudden change in environment. It had been completely instantaneous. One instant I was in the familiar surroundings of the lab, next thing I could make sense of I was upside down hanging from the ceiling of what looked like an old-fashioned living room, with wooden furnitrue and boring rugs on the floor.

The second challenge I had to meet was managing to turn around my body so that the ceiling was over my head instead of beneath it. And it was during this task that I came to realize an even stranger fact on my current situation. I was floating in this so mundane environment like in one of those free-fall jets you find in most entertainment centers. Somehow I managed to turn using my arms and legs, but I found it impossible to transport my body in any straight direction. I knew I should be able to use the air friction against my arms to get some propulsion, but I could not feel any drag no matter how fast I moved my arms.

Finally, I realized I was near enough to one of the walls so that I could touch it and use it to control my movements. The greatest shock came when I tried. My hand went straight through it as I felt like sliding it along a pluster surface.

It took me a long time to accommodate to the fact that I was trapped in some kind of reality that was far beyond my control and that I didn't have a clue how to get out of it. I first panicked, but then I discovered that without noticing, I had moved and now I was close to the door for which I had been aiming subconsciously! So somehow I had the possibility to move in my new environment and have some control, if not of the objects around me, at least of my point of view from among them.

For hours I kept practicing until I mastered the art of moving around the room, and finally tried the most dreadful experience: I tried to go through a wall.

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