[ WP ] You wake up one day in a room with four walls made of glass . Surrounding yo are hundreds of other people stuck in their own rooms .

It feels like I'm waking from a long dream. When I get my bearings there's nothing but glass surrounding me. I have four walls of glass, but there are also others next to me. And next to them. 
 
 What is this place? 
 
 I decide to knock on the window next to mine. His setup is exactly like my own: a bed, a chair, a computer and a small tinted bathroom. 
 
 The burly gentleman pays no mind to me. I knock louder. He flips me the bird and goes back to doing something on his computer. 
 
 No matter. I have three other walls to knock on: a teenage girl, a middle-aged woman and an older man. I am about to knock on the older man's connecting wall but then the computer in my room turns on abruptly. 
 
 `` Leave the others alone. They do not need to be disturbed by you. Any questions you have can be asked on your computer,'' a voice sounding very far away says. 
 
 `` Where am I?'' I ask the computer, sitting at the chair. 
 
 `` You are in holding. The population of the world has sprung to such a high number we felt we needed to take action. You will be fed and clothed here. You have the computer to entertain you,'' the voice answers in a monotone kind of way. 
 
 `` Who is the'we' you speak about?'' I ask. 
 
 `` That is none of your concern. Are there further questions or do you wish to play a game? All games are formatted to meet many of your social needs as well as your entertainment desires. It is the best way to speak to others in the cubes.'' The voice answers. 
 
 `` Why wo n't you tell me who you are?'' I ask, defiantly. 
 
 `` It is classified. We only wish to help the human population.'' The voice answers quickly. 
 
 `` Are you not human yourself?'' I wonder out loud. 
 
 `` That is enough questioning. Put on your headset and let's play a game.'' 
 
 The haedset that I had not previously noticed looks like a regular pair of glasses. The glass is so clear that it does n't even appear at first to wrap around the entirety of the eye. 
 
 Immediately I am pulled into a world that looks exactly like the world I had left. I am transported to my bedroom in my small house. It is a mess, just like I left it. I walk out of my bedroom, through the living room to outside. There are others wandering around. It looks like my entire block was taken. 
 
 `` Hey,'' offers my short, middle-aged male neighbour, never much being chatty before. `` How'd you like it?'' 
 
 `` It's... Wierd.'' I answer, feeling a chill from the winter that I'm not dressed for. 
 
 `` Better put on a jacket.'' My neighbour says and then chuckles. 
 
 `` Why? It is n't real.'' I answer, crossing my arms. 
 
 `` Your mind thinks it is. Do n't wan na go hypothermic.'' He says, grabbing his shovel and getting to work on the driveway. 
 
 I go back inside, grab my jacket, and head back out. A food truck is driving down the steeet and I know it will be parked at the park as usual. I head there to get a bite to eat. 
 
 The park is filled more than usual with many people I have never seen before. I'm guessing many of them became shut-ins when the war started. 
 
 I head to the food truck. It has a warning:'Do not forget to eat for real. This is not a substitute meal.' 
 
 Good to know. Text flashes on my screen immediately following:'Supper has been provided in your cubicle. Do n't forget to refuel. Head to the nearest jump point to re-enter reality.' 
 
 I see a blue circle in the middle of the park that many people are leaving and coming from. That must be it. I forgo the food truck and head back to reality. 
 
 Reality feels somehow... Scratchier than virtual reality. It is less fine-tuned. My meal is sitting on my bed for me. It is gruel, of course. No wonder the food truck is such an attraction. I fight the gruel down and decide to check on my cube neighbours. 
 
 They're all... Sleeping. Some of them are n't even in their beds. 
 
 `` Computer,'' I ask frantically, `` why is everyone sleeping?'' 
 
 `` It is unplug time. A nurse will be with you shortly. Try to relax.'' The computer answers. 
 
 I turn around frantically, looking for the nurse. There is no nurse, but coming from the ceiling is a small globe. The glass closes behind it and a cord is cut. The globe falls to the ground and sprays gas. 
 
 As I get sleepier and sleepier I head to my bed and just accept it. This is my life now. Gruel, sleeping gas and all.
