Sitting in the Quiet Room

I go to the quiet room because it is quiet.
The quiet room is stacked 50 feet high with intelligence.
Some strange authorities urging the scrutiny
of all of it roam the premises,
and tower over the helpless noodles
on their raised pedestals.

Thousands of computers all scream at once.
Some are angry, some are confused.
But they all are trying to get me to
absorb the knowledge.

Enormous grids make up the floor.
The noodles timidly carry on their business
as medieval warriors leap into the air
and ruthlessly murder those fighters
who do not look like them

Fearful, I begin to run.
It seems the knowledge only grows larger the farther I run.
I run faster, and the knowledge skyrockets
at a dizzying speed.

Terrified, I lunge forward.
I am standing under a red light.
A powerful sound assaults my ears
and a giant stack of books slams down next to me.

Suddenly I realize the quiet room is not very quiet.