"The Cake is a Lie" Ch. IIAperture Science He awoke in a small, but brightly lit, room, encased in glass. If he looked about, he could see a massive, never-ending expanse of pure white surrounding him. He blinked, looking at the ceiling and putting one hand out in front of him. He felt a bit disgruntled, and shook the sleep from his head, allowing his dark brown hair to fall forward and partially cover his eyes, concealing his vision of the great white plane. Sitting up further, he felt sore, and took the time to stretch his arms, cracking his back and fingers along the way, rolling out his neck, and falling back into his neutral slouch to stare at the unfamiliar