The somebody looked back to where they came from. This place seemed eerily empty and quiet. Nearby were some odd looking machines, and from glancing around they noticed small cameras in some of the corners. Who was watching them? The somebody waved at the watching corner before going to examine the dispensers again.<br/><br/>Like the rest of this place, the dispensers looked to be designed to be sleek and practical. The wanderer couldn’t think immediately of what they would be for. They were startled as they prodded at the machines.<br/><br/>They noticed that their hand was partly metal, a prosthetic. At a quick glance it might have seemed normal to the unobservant, but it still surprised the wanderer. The hand didn’t feel any different or awkward. The joints bent as smoothly as their right flesh hand. They noticed the prosthetic ended a few inches above where their elbow would be.<br/><br/>A few clasps seemed to be attaching the arm to metal finishing that seamlessly transitioned into the rest of their arm. The curious wanderer flipped a few switches and clicked a couple buttons. They scrambled to grab their arm before it hit the floor.<br/><br/>The prosthetic clanks when metal hits metal, ringing through the corridor. Carefully the somebody picked up and clumsily figured out how to reattach their arm. Once the last clip clicked into place they regained control over their fingers and joints.<br/><br/>Once the initial shock of the fumble died down the wanderer was able to continue searching. They assumed the room was a mess hall as a large table with six chairs sat close to the four dispensers. The somebody pressed a big grey button on the dispenser on the far right. After a short delay a silver package falls down onto a tray.<br/><br/>The contents steam slightly and it feels warm when the wanderer picks it up. When they open the package a miniature vanilla cake with oozing chocolate frosting sits inside. The somebody’s mouth waters as they take the dessert back over to the curtained window.<br/><br/>They carefully pull back the curtain and fully reveal the other side. Stars glisten in the distance and there’s black and nothing that expands in every direction the wanderer could see. They stood so closely to the window that the steam from the warm cake fogged up part of the window.<br/><br/>The window was big enough that they could also see a somewhat clear reflection of what they looked like. The somebody had darker eyes. The right side of their head was shaved and their curly mess of hair flopped to the left.<br/><br/>The somebody broke off a piece of the cake and ate it. It wasn’t too sweet, and tasted comforting. They looked at their reflection again. They seemed to be an average height although they didn’t have much to base it off of. The wanderer didn’t feel particularly small; at least until they focused on the endless space beyond the window.