（Ⅰ）

Another day, the same thing.

Independent offices, colleagues who are busy and never say hello.

That's my job, typing letters in front of the computer into another computer.

We may not imagine, is such a job a monthly salary of 10,000 yuan.

One letter is sent every ten minutes regularly, and at first I was curious to try to spell them.

Copy it on a piece of paper beside you and you'll find it's pointless:

(NMKGWTJP)

But for so much money, I worked hard.

Of course, eight hours a day will soon pass.

I don't feel tired at all.

Ding ~ came again this time "L".

I unhurriedly entered another computer and pressed OK.

(II)

Finally off work, nothing than to return to my warm home.

Soaking in a bathtub and having a warm, hot bath are more comforting.

This is the most pleasant.

Wait, what is this?

Why is there a note taped to my bathtub?

I'm the only one in my family?

Look carefully, the note above neatly written "bathtub" two words.

Is this a prank? I tore the note off.

My bathtub's gone?

It was replaced by a cardboard box.

I was sitting in this cardboard box, flooded with water.

But the cartons were not soaked at all.

Wait this water? I glanced up at the shower head above.

There's even a piece of paper on it. Who's playing a prank?

I ripped the note off my shower head and it turned into a battered baseball bat.

Love what you're reading? Discover and support the author on the platform they originally published on.

(III)

`I can't bear it, doctor. Am I ill? I can see names written on all kinds of things, and if I tear them off, they become something else. For example, if there is a piece of paper on the table, I rip it off and it turns into a big stone or something strange. "

The doctor gave me a listless look. "I think the work is too stressful," he said. "Well, I'll prescribe some soothing medicine."

I looked at the medicine on the way home.

Also attached to the note, I slowly tear down the hands of the medicine into a pump.

I think I'm worse off.

(IV)

Of course, the sick in the heavy work ah, the next morning I came to my company early.

The day's work began as scheduled.

Ding ~ computer wear a symbol, is "O".

I looked at the other computer and pressed "O" and clicked OK.

Wait, no? Again?

There is also a note on the computer monitor.

My hand grabbed the note subconsciously. Would I tear it off and my job would disappear?

I dared not think again, withdrew the right hand.

One minute, two minutes.

The next letter, V, appears on the screen.

I woke up and shivered at the other computer by pressing "V" and OK.

(V)

What's wrong with me? Keep rubbing my eyes.

Are my eyes broken?

Look at the ceiling, right? My goodness!

There was also a note taped to the ceiling that had never been carefully observed.

This is crazy! I didn't believe it and put the stool on the cupboard.

Laboriously climbed onto the cupboard and stepped on the stool.

Slowly stood up and touched the ceiling.

Grabbed the note.

It says "Halo Company Building". That's my company name.

Trembling, I unrolled the note.

(VI)

I am still me. My company is in ruins.

The computer I work on is still there.

When everything is telling me.

Am I crazy? I think they're crazy.

Ding ~ computer out of the next letter: "E".

I smiled and uncovered the note on the computer monitor.

Sure enough, I was facing a trash can for so many years.

How ironic.

(VII)

What's wrong with the world?

I ran, clutching my head, away from the multitude.

Run away from the busy street to the outskirts, ran out of the city.

That I once thought of the city, far I actually saw the wall?

This never left the place outside, actually is a ten meters high wall.

High above the walls, out of sight in the city.

The wall stretched as far as the eye could see and seemed to surround the area where I had lived for 30 years.

What the hell is this? Curiously along the wall, walked for a long time actually have a half open door.

Inside was a military base, full of bones and rusty weapons.

In the deepest room, on the desk, there was an old blue-wrapped document and a yellow diary.

(VIII)

The file in the blue parcel is called The Nuclear Weapons Evacuation Dossier.

The contents of the yellow diary were as follows:

The mayor gave us up. The RB dropped a bomb on us. The government abandoned our area and blocked the way out with huge walls. The rich bought sky-high escape tickets from the mayor, and all the exits were rewelded. There is no way out, and we poor people can only survive the explosion. But Dr. Gamma did not abandon us, even though we were deformed by the fallout. The offspring also mutated from generation to generation, living off dirt. Dr. Gama is a great psychiatrist who taught us the power of hypnosis. He kept telling our descendants repeatedly that they could see what they wanted by pasting the name of the object. Generations have passed on to generations of our mutated children and grandchildren who have inherited the illusion that they can live in a perfect utopia.

(IX)

My hands stroked my face and I looked strange.

I saw my deformed arm clearly and I screamed loudly.

Ten days later, I returned to my work.

This is another company, or ten thousand a month.

The nature of the work and even before no change.

Look at the letter again, this time "S".

I punched in another computer and pressed OK.

Stop messing about. I pressed the note on the monitor.

Every family put the clothes together to escape.