2021/8/13 Up until the time that I actually walked through the door I really hadn't processed what I'd gotten myself into. I wasn't resisting I don't think, but I didn't have any motivation to push myself to address it internally. My mind reeled as I took in the scene, I was processing it now for sure but it would be a while before I would be able to complete. I almost forgot to breathe. I could feel my body from sole to crown in every detail and my breath felt like it was intruding on, shattering the stillness of the space. I stepped gently and tentatively, slowly moving forward as my head swayed back and forth sweeping my vision over the room. Gold, just as I'd been told, gold, gold, gold. Everything was gold. Pure as could be, I'd been led to believe. Completely gold, solid, not sprayed, painted, coated, dipped, leafed, dusted, encrusted, electroplated, layered, scaled, or gilded in any other way. I was at a loss for what to think. I had known that it would be gold. I had known that when I asked for my old bedroom at my fathers house to be turned to gold that it would be made so without challenge. I was being flippant though. What would I need a gold room for? What could I do with it now that I had it? Whatever these aliens or spirits or time traveling far future A.I. or whatever it was that had contacted me were capable of, subtle sarcasm was not in their repertoire. “Just make sure that no one attempts to resurrect your father and we will bring any request you have to fruition.” That was the deal. I had no intention of having my father come back to life in the first place. This wasn't possible anyway. There was some testing being done on human cells but the ability to bring a person back from the dead was still science fiction at this point. Why would I refuse? I of course didn't take it at all seriously at first. I couldn't believe nonsense like that, being the sane, normal person that I was. It was out of the frame of my current context and I made that clear. “Ask for proof then.” Simple, easy to do. Either they can do the impossible or not. I started with lightning. It wasn't just for effect. The old condemned church down the block from my home was finally being demolished, but they were doing it with hand tools and it was taking weeks and the noise had been annoying me during the day. So, I had it blasted with lightning. Oh yes, it surprised me, that first bolt. It was as if I'd been the one hit by it. It was dusk and the street had been quiet. I don't know how long I sat there staring out the window. I don't remember going to bed but I woke up late in the morning, past the time when the noise of deconstruction should have roused me. I'd done well, got what I wanted. I went to inspect the site. There were a couple of the workers there. Waiting for a fireman to show up and inspect the charred wood and to give the ok for it to be hauled off. That was that. I pretty much took the bait but I wasn't done with finding out what the limits of this game were. Next was an animated suit of armor, then a bowl of dairy free icecream that always stayed cold and full, and then that brings us to the room I'm in now. “Alright, I get it, anything I want. Really anything. I'll take the deal, I'll prevent anyone from doing anything related to my father that could in any way bring about his return and you can turn my old bedroom into gold.” This was slightly ambiguous and I was asked what 'turn to gold' entailed so they could get it right. It's not that there was anything in the room that was ruined by its transformation, or rather it all was but none of it was anything I wanted to keep. The issue is that having an abhorrently large amount of gold is not that convenient. I guess I could have it changed back but I'm just so overwhelmed that I'm not sure yet what to do. I'd lie on the gold bed and stare at the gold ceiling and try to think but that just doesn't seem like a position I could realistically get any thinking done from. Not even if I close my eyes and imagine that it's still a normal bed. I do have to say there's something quite meditative about having your mind shocked into stillness. In this case at least it's not shock from some terrible trauma and the only discomfort is this itch that I'm feeling to take some unknown action. Something other than stand here and gape.