Date: January 23, 2020 Time: 5:53am Location: House -Home Subject: Subject xxx1
The Subject has awoken, adding in background noise, creating props, removing the dream, awakening characters, installing plans, and preparing for subsequent events.
The Subject has gotten out of bed. The Subject has.
"Protocols are complete," someone interrupted. "We are good to go, sir".
"Any suspicious activity?" another asked.
"No sir, clear as day just like always," a third person responded.
"Well let's hurry this up, I would like to get this over with, put settings on low, and kept one observer on him from Group A", the second person ordered. He continued onward not skipping a beat as he stated, "Everyone else you may leave".
On cue people start gtting up and falling out, only a few stopped to talk or converse while most seem content to just leave early. Their faces were framed as if they are going on a vacation after a very stressful and long project completed. You've have been right to believe that they have done this for much longer than a few years with the practiced way they left.
Anyways, But as if the devil himself plotted to take away their happiness as they just gained it, red lights started flashing in the compound after about two-thirds of the original employees already left to enjoy themselves.
"What's the Emergency!" the second - leader-ish guy shouted.
Seeing the emergency lights going off just after departure he could help but curse,"Damn it not now".
Sighing he continued shouting."What is the Emergency!"
No could answer as people were just starting to rush back in to the workplace respond to the thre-- well do their damn jobs.
"Sir, the subject has shown awareness!" a person reported.
"AND What is the Actual problem?" the leader-ish guy replied sharply evident stress and mockery in his tone. "What type of awareness and how high?"
"Sir he is showing awareness about ... us,"the same person replied grimly.
"Great god help me ... what is he currently doing," he replied more downtrodden than surprised. "And get me a view of the subject on the program dimension mode or video mode if possible."
Video Dimenison Mode On. Subject view video being broadcasted in 0010 milliseconds.
Immediately upon the screen flashed a video or rather a broadcast of a person. A male who sitting down on his bed with his eyes staring forward which was odd becuase his stare should be reflected at nothing in his perspective. It had taken the employees of the compound less than a second to register this person, they were all to familar to this individual and his antics - The Subject or rather their subject that they been dealing with for quite a long time already. And almost on que his gaze turned foward with more clarity than previous, his stare seemed to contain the sight of sometime like he was seeing something not there but it was all to apparent what ghe was looking at from his words.
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"Hey can you hear me," the Subject says. Staring at them through a simulation which was created with a situation that blocks his direct sight.
"You guys are quite bad at your job you know," he smugly replies sitting there in his bed. If one emotion most would be feeling hearing this surpising event would be obviously surpise but for the employees of the compound who 'worked' with him for a long time already it was anger and saddness.
Or they would be feeling that if I didn't make up that entire scenario. I will give you a break before I machine gun this down your throat in one piece. Enter my life and Exit whatever fantasy I fed you for the first whole half. It was made by me and it was a fictional fantasy if not a delusional representation of my situation. So yes not all of it wasn't true.
For the most part, I am the SUBJECT or at least, I call myself that doing away with my previous name after I learnt with proof that I am not crazy and that I am actually stuck under the metaphoric thumb of something or someone in drum roll a simulation? I think so, I can't state such matters with confidence when everything and almost everyone seems to be a lie. Names and Identifies have just become well unnecessary, useless and a painful reminder that everything else is artificial.
Now hold up some might be asking what am I talking about. What's going on, am I telling the truth (which I am) and some other questions. Which Well to sum it up, I'm trapped. I am currently stuck in some sort of simulation and I have decided to write my life and my adventures down to nobody who will read about it, in this, here fantasy reality (well if reality even held any meaning anymore). I would normally be backtracking or going through my past .... but who am I kidding there is nothing behind me to go back to so let's go foward to the present and start from here. I don't want to offload on you too much so once again I am the Subject now let's recap.
I started calling myself The Subject after finding out the world isn't real. Quite the distant notion at first but when you see objects faze through, glitch before your eyes, broken renders, coincidence glitches and the sorts of which have grown more and more frequent as time passes you start to question not whether the reality your living in was real or not but if it a joke to begin with.
Case in point I know this and that and I have the evidence to prove it. So yes I know about my 'life' here and I know that they know that I know and they know that I know.
So here we are in my life at the current and onwards to the future. For my representation of them that I did, I kinda did want them to be reacting like in that aforementioned scenario but I do not know exactly what they would do over there well not all of it. I am trapped here after all, but I am not blind.
But I do know that I being repressed, held against my 'current' will(in the case that I agreed to this), and not at all impressed with their stotty designs. The last one really gets me on my nerves not because I hate it. It just insults me that I spent at least 1 year here not noticing some trees deciding either to exist in the phantom realm or refute reality and logic all together.
I Am, Now, for all my max level escapism and grand skill of being so sucked in to the foolish, that I lose focus on my empty reality and situation, Done. Well at least I am well through with this whole situatuion I spent so much time here wasting it that I learnt I am an optimist through all the positive 'views' that I once held on my situation (that I don't have much belief in anymore). I am just so tired of all these lies!
Yeah release a very long and deserved sigh after retellikng you my entrie situation.
Yeah, No, No Being Here is just Terrible
AND I Am Being Very Serious Here!
I Am Done With This Shit!
AND I WANT OUT!!