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Room 101018

Jessandra’s had always experienced an insatiable hunger, not in her stomach but in her soul. A barren void, longing to be filled by something which always seemed a little out of reach. An emptiness that longed for a connection, a kind of love. But being a Black Widow, her relationship with love was a complicated one. The men who got close enough to form a real affection were killed with begrudging passionate fervor, out of a deep and ominous instinct. The others flirted dangerously with her desires for a while, but escaped in fear or regret, leaving behind the stab of barely aroused emotion behind. Jessa kept the walls haunted by the faces of her lover’s past, a motley collection of photographs to remind herself of all of lost love’s possibilities. Each face, a bitter blow in the cycle of rejecting vs rejected. So she appeased her hunger instead in her other love, alcohol. The alcohol gave her a strength, a false sense of security; a temporary bravery, though a formed illusion, made her feel like she could pass through another day, through the shifting cosmic anxiety and laugh at the face of her loneliness if only for a little while…

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Room 9247i

Lucy J. Pembertty obsessively and constantly cleans herself, hoping that somehow she could wash away her guilty sin. The crystal ball in the ceiling allowed the window to show her continual glimpses of an alternate reality, one that could have been, if not for her mistake. Lucy watches these moments, marking them off on the calendar, imagining in regret the life and love she had lost. She could no longer remember what happiness felt like, yet desperately played her once favourite music over the gramophone. The electric toaster was plugged in at all times, but she could not bring herself to face the release of death. Her hands bore the aching scars from the day she had killed her lover in a fit of rage. His acid bloodstains burned holes in her palms, to pain her evermore for the crime. Though the remorse she felt for what she had done was far more excruciating...

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Room 78/45rpm

There existed a closed time bubble, inside of which linear time stood still. George Helix was a man once, who used this room to experiment his transition to a reverse singularity. A man who wanted to be a robot. Utterly destroyed by the loss of his beautiful lover, he had longed for a life devoid of feeling. He had transformed his biological body with cyborg parts, all that was left was his brain. The dreamachine was set up to induce his consciousness into a hypnagogic state, but he had not predicted that he would experience all existing moments in time simultaneously inside the bubble. How long had he sat there watching the multitude of possibilities of his past, present and future flashing before his eyes, saddened by life yet incapable of death. Stuck in the grey area between perception and cognition, he was doomed to witness his existence for all eternity...

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Room ΔxΔp

Once a famous movie star, known across the entire galaxy, Venus 'VIX' Johensson won the Shooting Star award for her interstellar performance in Uncertain Principals. The star award held one wish, and succumbing to her pride, she wished for eternal youthful life. But she had not counted on falling in love. Eternities later when she had met Frank Boudoir, they fell madly inlove instantly, but over the short years of his life he grew with age until he was old and grey. Unable to deal with a dreadful eternity without her love, Venus had removed his head and she had since kept it inside Schrodinger's box. A few thousand years may have passed and she still held on to the possibility of life, as opposed to the certainty of death. And due to the uncertain nature of her room, she would never for sure know exactly where she was now or where she was going...

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Room 398,275b

The gravity field in this room was dysfunctional, but that is exactly why Xi, Avi and Quon of Alpha Centauri chose it. Zero gravity somehow made the weight in their hearts sink to the bottom of the room to form the dense clump of dark matter, at any moment which could turn into a black hole. It also made it somehow easier to practice acrobatics. They were three people who had loved three men, but they shared one heart and it had torn them all apart. Xi, Avi and Quon, blamed and despised each other for losing the one they each loved. And the men had disappeared, the phone had never rung, but the gin never ran out...

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Room 1/394

Felicia Farraday wonders whether she had the guts to do what came next. She had carved out her emotions into masks that hung from her wall, so that no one could ever see how she felt inside; though only one remains today. The sorrow she felt was expressed by her face on the wall, it cried a tear everyday that collected into a jar. The face for happiness had shattered 390 days ago when that the man she had once loved betrayed her and stole her son away. She had vowed to never feel happiness again until she had put a knife through his heart. But 4 days from now, when she was facing him, would she go through with it? Knowing that taking this life would not bring the other life back...?

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Room √9

A man called Jacob Richardson reads the favourite of the three books he owns, the adventures of Huckleberry Finn, which he had found on a strange lonely planet called Earth once. It reminded him of his forgotten youth, back when he longed to have adventures of his own. He had not slept in two years, awaiting the return of the woman with the red shoes who had given him his life's greatest adventure, love. She had stepped through the portal that had appeared in their room, never to return. Jacob sits awake everyday irrationally wondering whether to step into the unknown possibilities of the world through the portal, or to wait...in case she returns. He has waited for two years...

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Room 103

Mr. Sullivan sits alone spending his nights drinking the galaxy's strongest but cheapest brew to make up for his inability to feel love. He keeps his broken heart in a jar on his shelf along with the only prize he has ever won in his life, second place in a singing competition. A talent he regrets not having pursued. The only company he has are the naked ladies torn out of a space playboy magazine he had found when he was twelve years old. Though he also keeps a framed photo of a girl with her face cut out. It was the woman who had once broke his heart. Why he keeps it. We will never know.