The Pedestrian

The drive was slow and boring without anyone to talk to. I looked outside at the darkened windows of the houses, wondering what these people would do if they were in my position. I tried to think about what I could do to talk myself out of this, but I had to find an actual human first. I waited for maybe 20 minutes while the police car robot drove me to this clinic. So many things were running through my mind. Were they going to study me? Were they going to try to cure me? What was wrong with me in the first place? I didn't see that there was anything wrong with me, just because I didn't own a television.
We pulled up in front of the center. There were a series of beeps in the police car as it called a guard out to escort me inside. The door swung open and a guard guided me out of the car and into the door. I could hear the police car zooming off into the distance as I entered my apparent new home. Everything was bright white, the fluorescent lights glaring off the white walls and the shiny name tags of the doctors zooming past, all going somewhere intently focused on their clip boards. The guard swiftly checked me in and got me changed into the dark blue uniform of the prisoners, or test subjects, or whatever they called us here. I was ushered to my room. It was actually fairly nice, considering I was supposed to live here. It had a bathroom with a sink and toilet, a bed that wasn't entirely uncomfortable, and of course, the inevitable television screen that stretched across an entire wall.
I must have drifted off to sleep because as soon as I woke up I saw doctors staring at me and scribbling on their clip boards. I looked back at them for a moment and then demanded to know what they were writing about me. They just frowned and scribbled faster, as though they weren't expecting me to be able to talk or something. They studied me for a few more moments, ignoring my fervent demands that they let me out of this place, or at least telling me what notes they were taking about my behavior. Then they abruptly turned and left.
As I lay there waiting for the guard to come tell me it was meal time, I contemplated my options. I couldn't see that I really had many. I thought about the endless hours of my existence I had to face stuck in this place. As I realized that this was going to be my life from now on, I slowly rolled over, and with a groan of self-loathing, I turned on the television.