1/3 from "Optical Emotions" collection.

It was hard to recognize his face, it had drastically changed because Dr. Darwin didn’t know how much time it had been, and it didn’t matter either. If technology controlled every thought, then which would be the right one? He lived between huge white walls with gray tones, without a visible roof, that if you looked closely, you could see how the liquid flowed through every single space of the lab. “Why am I still here?”, he asked himself all the time. He could barely look up (his empty eyes started to weigh), and he saw his own reflection on the deep and hypnotic black tone of his computer. With his hand he recognized his features, sighed for a second, and got himself lost in deep thoughts in possible encounters with his loved ones.