Dilemma

"Intriguing?"
"I don't know... you could probably use any adjective to describe it."
I rolled my eyes. My brain was processing everything I've seen and heard during last couple hours; it was spewing out dozens and dozens thoughts and internal remarks at the time. My eyes were focused on a dark oily spot on the wall to the upper right of me. I quickly removed my stare when I remembered that psychology article I read some while ago - the one about subconscious ocular movements deployed when the individual is concentrated at imagining something.
"Except for simple."
He raised his lower lip to show that he was undecided.
"...And cheerful. Goodnight."
He gave an amused smirk and rolled his eyes to the top left corner. That indicates he's using memory, or so that article said. I hated feeling like a god-made machine that scientists could research, but that article proved useful to me in several previous instances and that triggered a little judge's hammer's clap in my skull, announcing the pragmatic myself has won the case.
"G'nite." he muttered back - a severe case of linguistic economy I thought.
I rolled my eyes to the upper right.

I am an animal in a cage. Denial, anger, bargaining, depression, acceptance. You can apply the Kübler-Ross model at humans and animals alike. Not only have I accepted being in a cage, I even went far enough to get comfortable with it. In my cage, in my space, I was the predator. I would observe my prey (and my capturers, but what's the difference anyway). There was no harming me in the Kingdom of Metalbaria.


to be continued.