I don’t have an overactive imagination. It’s just that I read too many books and watch too much tv.
This evening I stepped onto my level of the car park and all the lights turned off.
In the 20 seconds it took for me to run to my car, drop my keys, frantically hunt for my keys, open the door and lock myself in my car, I had run through the following possible conclusions:
1. The zombie apocalypse had begun. Zombies had eaten the people controlling the power station and would soon be coming for me. Oh no, my brains!
2. Aliens had arrived and were bent on destroying the human race in order to utilise our resources. They had taken out our power stations from space with giant lasers, either to create panic or to halt our ability to fight back.
4. There had been an explosion at the power station, taking out our entire power supply. Also, because of the secret levels of radiation used to power our hydro system, the power station workers had now turned into mutant zombie-like creatures, which would soon be coming for me. (Oh no, my brains! Again!)
5. My entire existence was a lie created so my body could be used to power someone else’s car park lights, and the virtual reality into which I was plugged had somehow shut down. Aliens would probably be coming to eat my brains.
It was only once I was locked securely in my car and the lights had turned back on that it occurred to me there could have been some kind of fuse problem in the car park, or maybe even just a general, brief power-out.
I’m home safe now, and only a tiny part of my mind is wondering whether it was a small glitch in the matrix.