I am in a place called Nutopia.
Apparently, the place does not exist.
This is the first of many disappointments.
or What Happened The Day I Was Born.
March 31, 1973. 7:15pm to be precise.
I have no idea what I am, where I am, or why I’m here.
It’s bright though. Very bright. And noise. Lots of noise.
Several words were repeatedly mentioned, amongst others.
Congratulations. Boy. Red Rum.
Was this code for ‘terminate’ or something less drastic?