— Wake up , Bruce.

这是历经沧桑的声音，仿佛是春季午后缓慢倾泻的红茶，在浅窄的玻璃杯中酵发出浓郁的醇香。

— Do you know where you are？

椅子上那个由金属、非金属、复合材料等构成的躯体转动了他那光滑的脑袋，用带着微弱金属压片的声线回答道：“ I'm in an observation room,a lab far from the park.”

— Do you know why you're here?

“Is,uh,is there something wrong with my body?”带着些许困惑的声音漫延在空旷的房间内。房间四周是镜子围成的正方形，就像是四块巨大的镜面拼接成了一个空间。这些镜面组成了这隔间的墙壁却没有丝毫镶嵌的痕迹，在光源相互反射之下，将原本只有4平方左右的观察室硬生生地拉扯出了和地下停车场一样大的空旷。

— NO,you're perfect -- You are here because you have to make a choice next,a choice between live or die …

接着镜子里那个穿着白色衬衫纯黑马甲的背影停顿了片刻，淡淡地说道，

— Have you ever had an angry moment？

“ Never,We can't have feelin--.”

镜子映射着那张毫无生机的脸。