It's difficult, deciding your whole life by just two buttons; red or green.
My back is chilly with perspiration as my eyes flit between the colours. Red, green, red? Green? There's only five minutes to decide; but I can't choose. Once the five minutes are up they come in and 'deal' with you.
We hear their screams, every year, the ones who didn't choose.
A wave of nausea washes over me. Twenty seconds to go, hurry up Kathy!
How can I? They don't tell you what each colour means, only that we must decide between them.
Fifteen seconds!
Black spots dominate my vision, and a sickening lump begins to form in my throat.
I can't choose!
Ten seconds Kathy!
I don't want to choose!
Hurry up Kathy!
I don't want to sell my life away!
"Five seconds remaining," the computerised voice drones emotionlessly.
I shut my eyes and wait for the pain that comes with death. It doesn't arrive.
"Congratulations." I stare open mouthed at the scene before me. I'm not dead, but how? "You've passed."
I've hardly time to register that I'm still breathing, because the minute the voice finishes, a trapdoor opens beneath my feet, and I'm swept into the void of blackness.
But I don't care; as long as I'm still breathing I'll keep on going.
That's good, 'cause I've got a long way to go.
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