I woke up and opened my eyes. I couldn't see much because the room was so bright. Looking around everything was white so I blinked a few times to try to help my eyes adjust. Music was coming from the next room. I tried to sit up, it took a while as bones creaked and muscles ached... How long had I been asleep? I tossed off the white bed covers and swung my legs around and onto the white floor. I looked down and saw I was wearing dark blue striped pyjamas - they weren't my pyjamas. As my eyes began to focus a little better I could see the white walls and the white lights on the ceiling and nothing much else in the room. Was I in hospital? There was a door, slightly ajar, that was letting in the music so I tried to get up and make my way out. Only small movements were possible and balance was a bit of a problem but I managed to inch my way towards the doorway.
As I pushed the door open and gingerly stepped through to the next room I struggled to take in a completely different setting. It was a large lounge room with furniture from what looked like the nineteen fifties. There were many people who, as I entered, all looked around and smiled at me. Some were wearing suits like this was a business meeting while others were wearing summer clothes like this was a barbecue. All were eating party food and holding drinks. There was a jukebox in the corner of the room that was playing the music I heard - Roxy Music I think it was, something from the eighties. Sitting on one of the quaint little lounges was... Daniel Riciardo? Dressed in his racing suit and holding a silver tray filled with chocolate chip cookies. Beside him was sitting Selena Gomez? Dressed in a long white gown. As they saw me they both stood at exactly the same time and walked over to me.
"Hi Dave, I am your synthetic Selena."
"And I am your synthetic Daniel. Would you like a cookie?"
Then both said in unison "We are here to help you in your transition."
"Is this..." my voice was rough and I could force out little more than a whisper, "a party?"
"This is your transition Dave." Daniel responds in a rather formal computerized manner. "This room is a setting that we hoped you would be familiar with. It has been set up to look familiar to someone from the late twentieth and early twenty first century."
"Yes it does...why?"
Selena took my arm "Come and sit with us and we will explain everything. We have a lot to tell you. You have been asleep for quite a while and need help in your transition."
"Transition to what?" Then I saw a door leading outside. I broke away from her grip and shuffled as quickly as my aching body would allow. I got to the door.
"No Dave, don't look out the door until we explain. Somebody stop him."
But it was too late. I opened the door and........
