When I was just six years old, I had a revelation about the nature of our existence on the moon. It happened while I was playing with dolls that remind us about real humans. As I held one of the dolls in my hands, a thought occurred to me: "What if someone is playing with us, just as we play with these dolls?"

Shaking my head, I glanced around and realized that my friends had left to have dinner. The idea stuck with me alone, and from that moment on, every action I took in my life was calculated with this notion in mind. I couldn't enjoy playing with dolls anymore. We spent most of our days alone, and the only way to garner attention from others was to engage in activities they enjoyed.

One day, as I observed my mother, I saw the frustration etched on her face. Living on the moon had taken its toll on her. We had left Earth when I was only four years old, back when it was a lush green expanse teeming with wildlife, like a colossal zoo-park. Now, at the age of 20, we were no longer allowed to visit Earth due to safety concerns. Only the specially trained military personnel were permitted to make such journeys. I yearned to return to our home planet.

The prevailing narrative was that humans had been relocated to other planets because Earth was on the brink of destruction. We had exhausted its resources, and the catastrophic consequences would ripple throughout the cosmos, jeopardizing other inhabited worlds.

As I grew older, I had a recurring dream about Earth. In the dream, I found myself walking through an old city, and a desperate voice called out to me for help. The sound appeared from an old apartment building. Unexpectedly, a black cat appeared in the window where the sound originated, fixing its gaze directly upon me. I made the decision not to go inside and instead crossed the street. The cat then leaped through the window and beckoned me to follow. I pursued it, eventually arriving at an abandoned game center left empty by people. The cat settled on a table next to a massive computer screen. I took a seat, and the screen flickered to life, revealing a game set in the other planets we now inhabited and traveled between.

Startled awake by the vividness of the dream, I couldn't shake off the feeling that it held some connection to reality. I retrieved my chip recharger and connected it to my tablet, hoping to rewatch the dream. To gain further insight, I decided to take a walk in the garden bubble area and consult our nanorobot priests about the dream's meaning. I found one of them and inquired about my vision.

The nanorobot priest advised me to show them the video recording of the dream. However, I had left the tape or tablet behind and instead recounted an abstract version of the dream. The priest seemed perplexed, stating that their database lacked an explanation and that my vision might be a juxtaposition of current events. Apparently, someone had stolen a cosmic ship and escaped to Earth. Authorities were still searching for the fugitive, and the military had tightened regulations to prevent unauthorized access to databases and interplanetary teleportation.

Feeling dissatisfied with the lack of answers, I decided to return home. The nanorobot priests were vessels with limited databases meant to assist people in finding answers, and they were updated annually by a company called "NeurologicalInk."

Yearning for more information, I turned to the Internet and began researching the man who had absconded with the ship. His name was Cattelor, and he had no family. He worked in one of the training camps responsible for monitoring ships, granting him direct access and a senior position. It intrigued me how he had managed to infiltrate the camps; gaining such a position required rigorous training programs and successful missions. The company he worked for was known as the "MEDUZA" battalion, which boasted significant investments in infrastructure and portal implementation. Even more intriguingly, the company was privately owned by a woman named Getta. She was an impressive figure, rising from humble beginnings to become a pioneering entrepreneur in space technology. Her parents were deceased, their demise shrouded in mystery.

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Curiosity consumed me as I delved deeper into the secrets surrounding Cattelor, Getta, and the circumstances that had brought us to the moon. Little did I know that my quest for answers would lead me down a path filled with intrigue, danger, and revelations that would challenge everything I thought I knew about our existence on the moon and the universe at large.

I sat in my room, gazing out the window at the small, twinkling stars and the drones whizzing around the bubbles, monitoring the atmospheric conditions. A sense of restlessness and curiosity consumed me. Why did he leave the moon? I had hidden my tape on the roof of our house, a place where I often went to meditate, and made my way to the planet's largest data center to learn more about life on Earth.

However, upon arriving at the data center, my plans were thwarted by a group of men who informed me that the building would be closed for a few days. Did I care? Not really. Fine, I thought, I'll find out why it's closed. I loitered around the building, observing the situation. After hours of sheer boredom, a car pulled up, and Getta, the owner of "MEDUZA," stepped out and headed straight into the building. Why was she allowed in?

Thirty minutes later, people began exiting the building, dispersing in different directions. But Getta remained inside. I couldn't stay any longer, so I decided to leave. Just as I was about to go, someone tapped me on the shoulder and asked, "What are you doing here?" Startled, I struggled to catch my breath and stammered that I was waiting for my friend, who was running late and asked me to keep an eye out for her. The person accused me of lying, grabbed my hand, and hurriedly pulled me toward the building. It was the first time I had ever met Getta. At first glance, she seemed nice, beautiful, and tall. She asked me what I had seen.

I replied with nothing but the truth, stating that I had been waiting for my friend and meditating, completely focused on myself. She glanced at me, then instructed her companion to let me go. Before I left, however, I mustered up the courage to ask her how to get hired at MEDUZA. To my surprise, she was taken aback by the question and invited me to visit her in the MEDUZA office in 25 hours. She gave me another glance and inquired about my name. I introduced myself as "Maya" but inadvertently added, "I'm 20 years old, completing my recreation cycle to acquire extensive knowledge in virtual leadership within the HR industry." She smiled and responded, "Great. I'll be expecting you in 25 hours."

Note: In space, we don't measure time the same way. We schedule meetings in hours, and our calendars automatically adjust based on space, time, and reality measurements. For example, if it takes two hours to travel to another planet, I'll receive a notification about it three hours in advance. This allows us to be adequately prepared and punctual without needing specific preparation strategies, as our technology enables us to accomplish tasks and achieve goals more efficiently than traditional methods.

The recreation process entails gathering diverse data from various continents on different planets and transforming it through a chip into real-life workshops. This ensures the acquisition of skills while embracing each individual's unique talents by combining different industries and methodologies. Human roles have become more centered around personal happiness, ethics, and effectiveness. With fewer illnesses and longer lifespans—around 200 years—our appearance remains youthful for an extended period. Family units have become smaller, not limited by the number of members, as we can travel to different planets where there's ample space for everyone. However, racism still persists, and not everything appears as perfect as the priests depict. Nonetheless, it is an improvement from our time on Earth. We feel entirely safe and happier, free to pursue our desires, even without strict adherence to time.

I did have one lingering issue—I had no concept of love. I had only heard of it as a feeling. I believed this was what my mother felt was missing. She said our generation had lost it and become like robots. Personally, I never felt particularly emotional. People seemed to be growing more individualistic and less community-oriented. Even cafes were places where one would go for good conversation to feel better. Marriage was still celebrated as a beautiful ceremony, but instead of paper declarations, it was recorded on the blockchain with NFT certificates to signify being a spouse. Smart contracts would activate in cases of infidelity or separation, ensuring the fair division of assets and obligations.