Date: January 23, 2020 ; Time: 6:45am ; Location: House - Home ; Subject: Subject xxx1
"Sir, it seems the subject seems to be conversing to himself," Researcher A reported listening in onto the conservation of The Subject. But as it went on his face grew dimmer the more he heard. "Sir, ... Are you hearing this."
"I am - Holy-hell, What do we have today," the Leader exclaimed, reading the in-simulation time audio report. Going over what's being said the SUBJECT seems to be talking to himself - a sign of mental problems worrying but not unplanned for or worth much attention, no that isn't the problem it is not nearly as important as the content of what he is saying. "But if this is all he said then it isn't detrimental to us yet," he said after some thought. He was tired, tired of this and he honestly couldn't deal with that sack of shit right now.
"Sir, what should we do", Assistant 1 enquired. It was the expected question you wouldn't nor mally just leave something like this be it could be determentenal to the 'project' but there wasn't anything they could do and they all knew this. If the Subject knows then the Subject knows, the only methods that could work now were preventatives and there weren't any cures, that didn't have worse consequences than they were worth doing.
"Nothing except hightailing out of here before the system issues another warning", the Leader said. They couldn't remove or alter memories memories nor touch him so it was a problem but not their problem the Leader justified. Truthfully though he just wanted to leave now more than ever before during this 'job' and he wouldn't stay to overview a situation out pf there control.
"I am not dealing with this, rather I don't even know if we can. I'll commission for someone to come tomorrow but besides that everyone else, dismissed," he ordered.
Immediately after being dismissed Team 1 released an explosion of collective signs and groans for their future problem and work.
"Meanwhile ---
I have just gotten up to greet the day," I said as I stretched the sleepiness out of me. I was currently in my bedroom which I decorated to spell melancholy to anyone who came and saw it, not that I cared much about their opinions in the first place fake or not. It featured gray painted walls and floors with almost no other items in the vicinity except my large bed that's colored yep "GRAY!" and not just any type of gray the grayest of grays, a perfect mixture of black and white. All this effort is to show where I stand in the way of things a balance between false and real. It serves as a reminder of my situation so I never forget and ... it was my favorite color. The meaning came later after but it still was significant and it also helps deter others from my bedroom if I ever need a place to cry about my situation. Directly behind me was the large and only window in my home. A 1-meter tall window that functions also as a door to a tiny balcony or was it a transparent door? Either way shining through that door glass was the big yellow sun in all of its 'burn you' glory.
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Try as it might it being the winter it can't do anything to me, living in a tropical zone the weather is usually burning hot so it can't get me now but it will be back with a vengeance come summer as it always does sigh.
Well, I am not staying here forever so after stretching I went and move outside my bedroom to the stairs that accompanies it being only a hallway down and a left turn. I walked briskly down the steps until I arrived in the living room and made my way into the kitchen past the dining room.
Grabbing some food I sat down on one of the chairs around the dining table in the dining room and ate. Bread and Jam was the perfect breakfast to eatsince it is kinda silly to worry over healthiness when I rarely get sick or you know false life. Yeah just sitting down here eating alone after waking up is well... terrible and upsetting since I said I was done with this stuff yesterday. This also just further reminds me of what I hated the most.
Ok Question Time: "What links false reality and helplessness so well and tight that you might even believe it was made for that?"
The Answer Is... the Morning yep I hate Mornings. They are just sading, it means one more day to me; you are here for just one more day and you didn't start counting the mornings whenever you got here so you don't even know how long you've been here already. What's terrible about them is when you go to bed hoping for well escape and you wake up what greats you in the morning. It's so bleak it's like a smiling face of whoever trapped you in here happy because you have come to greet them another day again. But for as much as I might hate the mornings and this world, I still need to get up. I can sleep in sadness but I can't sleep through life or the simulation life.
Yeah, it isn't real but that doesn't mean I have nothing to do. I still have work - school work, homework, chores although I am inclined to skip those and then personal projects. Honestly, behavior like this might be the reason why I am still here but just because I am trapped inside here with nothing worthwhile to do doesn't mean I am going to start going berserk and destroy everything. I found things to do; I do get bored after all - which might be another reason why I'm still here. Everything has consequences even fake life so I can't just go about everything willy nilly...
I still have needs that feel terrible when not met even though I feel the need to satisfy them slipping away as time goes on. So I still eat, sleep, drink, and poop. For Example, I have a home even if I could I would rather not run away to god no where because that would be bad for me.Plus I tried it once but there's seems to always be a contingency plan here especially for the obvious tricks. Yes it pretty bad here but I know it can get worse though I would retaliate in kind as well it seems they try to keep a balance which I can aprreciate though I don't like them still.
I have an idea as to why they do that though. I learned about my fake life here when I was a teen and afterwards life became well ... worse. It seems to be designed to be so, you would rarely notice the whole life isn't real gig when satisfied even when you're bored because you are not bored enough to delve into the unrealistic version of your life here.Life never became bad by being bad it was already bad and I just noticed this when I found out. You would be fine, placated even if you chose to ignore this and I would hate you but respect your choices.
I would run away but without a plan, it will always get me nowhere fast but ...
hmmmm yeah that does sound good I think should still try again. maybe that was the answer all along.
"I guess I have a plan now," I said as I took a crunch of my jelly sandwich. Tasting the delious flavor if there was one thing that never got changed as the the simulation went to shit it was pleasure.
"Tomorrow then," I said continuing to eat as my vision naturally turned upwards towards the white ruined ceiling.
Let's make sure this is it!
To Leave! I will Leave it!