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The White Room
Dystopian Fiction
For the first time in her life, Mac was going to the White Room — otherwise known as the Hall of Illusion, as her classmates liked to call it. The space was really just a room outfitted with simulation technology. She wasn’t sure exactly how it worked — not that her technician dad had ever failed in trying to get her to understand the inner workings of the design he had a hand in creating — but she knew its purpose: the white room existed to show you the future. Your future. Or, rather, the variations of it.
Her fellow seniors, all who didn’t have the misfortune of having a last name towards the lower end of the alphabet, had already experienced their own glimpses of the White Room. The final step before graduation was to walk into the Room, and most treated it as just another rite of passage. There were also no stipulations over what you could share about what you had seen in the Room either. Her best friend Dannah had already gushed about the masterpieces she would be painting for her own gallery in the years to come, and she already had the art school acceptance letter to back up the increased likelihood that her dreams would indeed become a reality.
Some others hadn’t been so lucky, it seemed. Aryn, the boy who barely spoke in her philosophy class, had been taken to the guidance office after his turn in the Room. Things like that had…
