AN: This story may have a couple plotholes, as I’m literally coming up with it as I write – started it because I have no Wifi on this plane and can’t procrastinate on HW I have do before I get off otherwise. Only thing that I have planned is which identity is real, though I will be placing a poll in every chapter after this one, to see if I’m doing it right. As with any story, comments are appreciated, especially telling me why you think one reality is more real than the other: note, there will be no hints from the author, and the story is told through the POV of the identities, almost stream-of-consciousness style; I know I don’t really enjoy SOC writing, but that’s the writing style that works best with this theme. This is the only chapter where it is actually told in the POV of both (first day’s entry is in TimAI’s, while the rest are from Donald’s).
More on topic, this story will be very political. There will references to both Jaxania’s and Earthly politics throughout. It is assumed that you are familiar enough with American politics, but other political systems will be explained as they come up. (They will be in the AN, so if you aren’t familiar with worldly politics and would like to be, please read those.) I’m not yet sure which I’ll introduce: It depends on what Trump says and does.)
While it is political, please don’t read it as political commentary. This is satire and is meant to be taken as such. I’m not doing this for money or donations, so I do not give a shit what you think about it. I’m doing this because I’ve read some great stories on this site before and I want to write one too. You can thank (or send your vitriol to) the author of another great story, whose username I can’t recall right now and probably won’t look up before posting this. He said that he misses the good, original stories, and I do too. Maybe people will hate this enough to write a counter to it.
Lastly, I am about as far from politics IRL as is possible – it affects me and I enjoy reading about it, but I’m a STEM student. No more information about me will be given, so that haters can’t get to me, lol. However, science may be mutated in my story to make it fit with Trump/TimAI (you’ll already see this happen in this chapter), while I’ll try to stay faithful to politics. By the way, updates will be about once a week, unless I don’t feel like it – again, this isn’t my job, so IDC what you think. Once I get to the current date in politics, updates will be usually approximately when something I think interesting happens. If Trump loses the nomination/election, the story may start to diverge from reality; that depends on how involved in politics he stays.
On that note, future AN will be much shorter than this, and will be hidden by a spoiler tag. Have fun and please write something I would be interested in if you can. After all, that’s really why I’m doing this.
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“Wake up Tim. How was your first world?”
That was the first thing they asked when I stepped out of the black chamber. My response: “Who’s Tim?”
A bunch of firsts, all at once, and this was another. Lawsuits were filed and I became an instant celebrity. Overnight, I was changed from Donald Trump, a business magnate with extreme wealth to a regular guy. My psychiatrist recommended writing this, to see if some of my “real” memories come back. After all, I was Tim, right?
Apparently, “I” was one of the first public emissaries to this new world – though they called it virtual reality. I wasn’t rich, I wasn’t famous (before yesterday, that is) and most of all, I wasn’t a businessman. I was just a regular, old kid, with a bit of a bug-finding background. This let me into the first (post-beta) world created by Almacorp: Earth. Original, right?
You know what really sucks? I’m not Tim. I’m Donald: how do they not understand this? Maybe, I was sent into a coma when that last lady punched me. Should I punch myself to see if I go back? Ow, that didn’t work.
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They keep trying to convince me that I’m Tim. Today, they gave up. They’re going to try to show me that Earth isn’t real. They say they’re letting me go back to Earth. They told me to do the most crazy things I can think of, and I’ll see the world break apart at its seams. I don’t care if what these idiots say to me, if they let me go back to the real world.
Year 2015, Month June, Day 5
I’m back to my normal life. High-flying jets, great food, hot women. What more can a guy ask for? Now, that that nightmare’s over, I’m heading to a club to celebrate.
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Fuck them. They forced me back into this dream. Maybe my subconscious wants me to be a regular old guy for once. Why bother? You know what, I’m going to keep hitting them until they let me back to Earth. Where is this anyway?
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They’ve locked me in this cage. When I touch the walls, soothing music comes out and I fall asleep. However, it seems automatic: as long as I ignore the walls nothing happens. Well, once a day, some guy in a lab coat that says Almacorp comes by. It used to say Alamcorp, which they changed the day after I noticed. Proof that this isn’t real. They keep telling me that I made that up in my mind to keep my reality constant. But they still use English. Their response is that I created English in Earth when I went there. So smart, aren’t they? It’s kinda like religion, isn’t it? A crutch for the weak to stand on. This is all in my subconscious, so maybe if I imagine myself back on Earth for long enough, I’ll go back?
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Year 2015, Month June, Day 4
I’m back to the real world. Somehow it’s the day before I got sent back last time. More proof that Jaxania isn’t real. I’m not sure what my subconscious wants from me and I don’t intend to find out. If I pay someone enough, he’ll find a way for me to never need sleep, right?
Year 2015, Month June, Day 6
Stupid scientists. Say it isn’t possible. If I were a scientist, I’d have solved this already. It’s funny though, I don’t remember being this smart.
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Fuck, I’m back. I was in the middle of a huge meeting. I was gonna make a huge amount of money. I must have passed out: a week without sleep will do that to you. I’ll play along until I can get back to Earth. Maybe I need to sleep enough and just ignore what’s going on around me for a while. I’ll do that.
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They won’t let me sleep. They keep sending in these robots that just try to talk to me. I punched the first psychiatrist, so they started sending in these robots, through which the stupid psychiatrists speak. Apparently, I’m somehow so convinced that I’m an Earthling, that when I fall asleep, I can live however I want. Convenient, right? It’s kinda cool that time passes so fast on Earth compared to here. If I’m sleeping “here,” I get like 7 days on Earth.
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Somehow, they’ve come up with a way for me to rest without falling asleep. My subconscious is smarter than scientists. Since it seems, seven days pass while I sleep, they made a deal with me. They’ll let me go to “sleep” sooner than I would “naturally fall asleep.” So let’s not waste time then: if I figure out what my subconscious wants, I’ll get out of this stupid place.
According to the psychbot, It seems that my case has forced Almacorp to pause sale of their new VR device. If full immersion happens, then your memory is transferred to their server and replaced when you get back. Unfortunately, somehow, Tim suffered a stroke during the immersion process, and his memory was never uploaded. Somehow Almacorp missed this, and proceeded with full immersion – I’m the product of some data upload error. Haha, stupid people can’t understand my genius, so they’re labeling me an AI. Whatever, I need to get back to reality, and they’re letting me go back.
Year 2015, Month June, Day 8
I missed the rest of the meeting due to the stupid coma. Fortunately, I’m back. Let’s see if I can salvage the deal.
Year 2015, Month June, Day 9
Going without sleep is convenient. I can get a bunch of stuff done. I’ve started doing MDMA, since this way I can stay up for longer. My subconscious came up with an antidote as a sign of good will. Though, they say that they’re showing this to me to prove that the world I live in isn’t real. After all, such a brilliant person as me can’t exist.
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And I’m back. I’m really starting to hate my subconscious. Maybe, I can hire someone to get rid of it. Anyway, let’s see what I need to do for it this time to get back to the real world.
Apparently, they’ll let me back if I do some stuff for them. I filled out a couple puzzle sheets. All right, as expected. I’m brilliant, right?
Year 2015, Month June, Day 12
I really question the necessity of this diary. My brain’s huge, so I can remember everything I wrote. Though it helps me rethink stuff, I guess. Hindsight is a businessman’s best friend: you can see the mistakes you made and not make them again.
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Apparently, whenever TimAI’s subconscious reality is weakened, like by the shock I received from that fall, my subconscious can bring me back here. Dumb explanation for why I always dream of this when I pass out: it’s pretty simple isn’t it? This isn’t real, so whenever I’m asleep, I make stupid shit up.
They said they’ll let me back forever if I start doing unexpected things. Apparently, since my AI has a limited processing capacity, my world will start to fall apart. Well, that’s something I can do. I’ll just say stupid things and people will love me anyway. There’s nothing contradictory about that. They’re going to put me into a coma, and the only representation of TimAI’s world will be a parrot on my shoulder watching me. Apparently, I’ll be able to talk to the psychiatrists from Jaxania (my subconscious) from now on.
Year 2015, Month June, Day 18
It’s great. Now, my subconscious is giving me hints about the world, it’s like there’s two of my brilliant mind. TimAI is really smart. He says that it’s because his processing power is greater than the combined processing power on Earth. I know that it’s because he’s part of me, one of the most brilliant people who’s ever lived.