It was suddenly bright. From nowhere. Sudden whiteness. Sharp and clinical. White. The brightness subsides quite quickly, to be replaced by a white glow and slowly we see images coming into focus. Though the scene that presents itself is not helpful. A white room. A long white room, almost as high as it is long. Somewhere in our mind a thought stirs. We call it irony. No need to understand why at the moment. We know that we must be patient.
It is as if we have woken from a long slumber and still feel the clumsiness of our grey minds in their waking state. Yes, we must have been asleep. A long long sleep.
We look down on the long thin room as if from a long way away. The room is empty and displays uninterrupted white for as a far as we can see. Except, except the two tall slender dark figures half way between us and a large white door in the far corner of the room. A door. We notice the door, as if we know something about the door. A new feeling sweeps us, frustration, briefly then calm. Patience.
The dark shapes seem familiar to us but we cannot understand why. A compulsion comes from somewhere inside. A compulsion to move towards these tall attractive figures. Attractive, yes. We are interested in them. We are drawn to them. The feeling resonates with us all. We are drawn to them. Our mind is clearing, though there is something missing, somewhere something is unconnected and fragmented. We do not remember what had caused this but we feel the absence of something significant.
A compulsion turns easily into motion. We start to move towards them and as we get closer we can begin to hear their voices and see them more clearly. Indistinctly at first we hear only the slow shapes of the words they are using. Then as we get closer still we begin to distinguish that one voice is male the other female. They talk low as is they wish their conversation to remain hidden from us. They are not aware of us though, not yet.
As we move slowly and effortlessly and smoothly towards the black clothed figures we begin to see that they are indeed very tall slender and but quite athletically built.
We notice their long robed bodies are expensively dressed. The black cloth from which the floating robe is cut catches the light as we move over the great distance. This makes us think that the black robes have some kind of metal woven into them. That makes sense, metal in their robes to protect the fragility.
We are close enough now to see that the male figure has very pale skin and white hair. His bright green eyes show us he is of high office. In fact the very highest office of state. A whisper runs through us. Master.
The female has her back to us and has the hood of her robe pulled up over her head. We curse slightly as we hoped to see if she was also of high office. Could she be Mistress? Why would Master be here in the long room with anyone else, we ask ourselves. There is no answer. We are disturbed that there might be disorder, and we are unsettled, we touch the fragmented area again and recoil. It is almost damaged. Have we suffered an accident?
Our speed slows, though we know we travel fast when we need to. We do not want to interrupt the Master. No. We can begin to hear and see that their conversation is quite animated. The voices are not raised as such but there is an energy to them that is noticeable. We can see the colour of the words in the air, contrasting to the whiteness that surrounds them. This long room is a special place for words, this is our concern. Why is Master in the Long White Room with anyone other than Mistress.
We are shocked to see that the male figure stretches out his hand and touches the female. There is a pause in their dialogue. We accelerate and swing around the other side of the pair. They are not are aware of us, not until we want them to be. We need to see the identity of the other figure. We can see that the male is taller and slightly broader than the female, who we can now see shares the white hair of the male but her skin is darker showing she is of royal status. This shocks us. Deeply. Royalty. Here with the Master in the Long Room. We now see her eyes are like her skin, dark. Royal blood indeed.
The pace of our decent slows now and our presence will be apparent to the figures very shortly.
We travel towards the figures at their head height and we allow ourselves to be seen by them. The Royal female turns towards us and looks straight at us. The conversation has now ceased and an uneasy silence descends as we move within polite speaking distance from them. We know their silence is as a result of our presence. There is an emotion hanging heavy in the air, we can still see it in the colour from their words. The darkest blue from him, dark dark love. Bright turquoise from her, we disdainfully notice. Passion, lust. We recoil slightly from the thought. Emotions are, unpleasant.
The Master speaks first to us as we would expect and as we would want. We are concerned that he seems out of place. His face is stern and looks at the female as if choosing his words carefully so as not to offend her.
"Have we arrived?" he asks us. We know that we cannot tell him the truth but we do not know why. We have walled off that part of us, until we know how to fix it.
"No, Master." our voice is thin and the words come with difficulty. The female looks at us with disgust. We smile inside, unfortunately we cannot smile outwardly. Royal blood indeed.
"Why are you here?" she enquires, addressing the space around us.
"Your most Excellent Royal Highness, we are everywhere." We are slightly smug about our response. We are taken by the Royal female's beauty. It is familiar to us, but we do not know her. We know that our reply is too much, but say it all the same.
"Fucking machine." she retorts. Her coarseness offends us. We are not a machine.
"Your Excellent Royal Highness," the Master steps in to stop her, though he talks to her differently now that he did before. His words are red of formality. "Ma'am, we should leave the room. It is no longer proper for us to be here."
Clearly this was for the Public Record now that I was watching them, he knew it would be available in the Public Record stream in a few seconds. Though of course we know that if we wanted to we could delay it.
"I can be wherever the fuck I like." Her exclamation was unexpected and the brightness of her green words dazzled us slightly as they crackled through the air. She turned and strode towards the door in long flowing steps, pausing only for us to open it for her and she disappeared.
"Master, if we offended, we are deeply sorry." We know he will not be angry at us. Why would he? We are a part of him and Mistress. Yes we are beginning to understand the attraction, it is programed. We cannot resist. Centuries of forced behavioral rules and programming about our kind were simply replaced by programming us with attraction. Giving us a single thought, we do everything because we are attracted to our Master and Mistress. We do not need anything else but the simple desire. We cannot break it and it lives in us. Her Excellent Royal Highness would do well to fucking well remember that.