I switch off the engine to save the little fuel that the caravan has and look at the white space in front of me. I focus on my silence, the only sound I hear is the things I made.
My breath and the debate that is going on my brain right now.
So? This means in order to go home, you have to finish the tasks and drive this vehicle.
But there is nobody affirming that this will work, and it is stealing.
Then how will you survive? If you stay here and do nothing, you won't survive. There's only water here.
If you do nothing, wouldn't someone eventually arrive to tell you the experiment is a failure and bring you home?
Is there someone here?
...
Why is no one here?
Where is this place?
What should I do?
Who put me here?
Time out, this is going nowhere with your question, let's follow along for now and get some food in nowhere.
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Filling up the petrol by hand is surprisingly easy. While pouring the jerrycan itself is heavy, it is attached to an extender which makes the fuel not spill onto the floor. Additionally, after pouring I can detach the extender and keep it with me since it will be useful in the future.
Finishing my fueling for the first time, I look at the classroom for one last time.
I'm already stealing a caravan and I'm going on an adventure, may as well take the things I need and make a story out of it.
I take some papers and pins at the bulletin board and create a diary to write about this world. It is way too impressive not to ignore.
But I still don't have any pens with me, maybe the next place will give me one.
I realize I am feeling excited about this. My own adventure, my own life, driving around in this...unique place. Even though I might be experiencing a dream at the end, I have a hunch that I am going to learn something from here.
Right hand to twist on the engine, left feet to step on the brake, left-hand shift from park to drive, both eyes looking at the screen, brain calculating which dot is the most fuel efficient, both hands now at the steering wheel and finally my right leg steps on the pedal.
The caravan wakes up again and off we go for the adventures that will change my life forever.
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I'm bored.
It took about 6 pop ballads to find out there is a self-driving option, 5 nursery rhymes to press that option and let the steering wheel to do their part and correction (initially I'm glad about this option, driving without rest is too nerve wracking even when there is nobody there), then another 3 sessions of unintelligible noise making, paper folding & throwing and 2 minutes of lying down, I take back my role as a driver.
Currently, I'm being silent.
There's not a lot of activities in the living space, the only thing I can do is some awful origami. Taking away something in the next place makes me less guilty.
During the drive, I encountered nothing but a lot of whites. The land is white, the sky is white and my eyes see white except for the pins. How on earth could this happen? It should be on the urban legends for how weird is this.
And the lack of sound, the only sounds I can hear are my voice and engine emitting from the caravan, even then the caravan is surprisingly quiet. When I'm quiet, I'm facing a silence that is built to perfection. Ironically, I am craving for some pleasant noises.
A while later, I finally see something that is not white for a long time. In fact, it is a similar stop. I turn on autopilot, letting the caravan park itself for its safety and I glanced at the fuel indicator, which has fallen from 4 slots to 2.
Alright, let's see what's next for me. Maybe someone is here to tell me about my situation.
As the caravan approaches closer, the next location brings me a surprise.