The mess hall is the place where we guests of A Cerebral Prison go to eat and socialize. The walls are almost a radioactive white, to match the ceiling and the floor. If the windows didn’t peak to the outside, one would think this was a padded room. Maybe it was at one time, I don’t know.
Today, it was my turn to visit the warden. When it comes to me visiting …. I play mental poker. By doing so, he doesn’t see what kind of psychological card hand I’m holding.