The walls resounded as the booming voice echoed around the immense chamber. The voice had summoned him in here, what could it possibly want? The man could do nothing but wait, watch the nothingness and wait.

“WE WANT INFORMATION,” the voice boomed. The sound waves seemed to be visible as they collided with the man, nearly throwing him onto the floor. He hadn’t even been paying attention, so distracted was he by his rebellious thoughts.

“INFORMATION. INFORMATION!” the voice said again, clearly growing irate.

“Who are you?” the man yelled back, desperate for a lead, any lead.

“THE NEW NUMBER TWO.”

“Who is number one?” the man called, abandoning all hope of survival and praying for a miracle.

“YOU ARE NUMBER SIX.”

“I am not a number, I am a free man!” the man screamed. He was on his knees, thrown down by walls of sound, kept down by his own tortured mind.

He awaited a response. Nervously, he stood up and began pacing, when the voice finally spoke.

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.”