Days passed by with no meaning. I don't remember a life outside of this place, maybe I had forgotten what it felt like. Here I was trapped in this box, trapped for life.

I maybe the last person on earth. I'm stuck in a machine that has me in suspended animation.

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It all happened too quick, too early. I had much more to live and now here I am living day by day in a simulated reality known as Mithrill. It was created by my father for patients in comas. According to him coma patients were still alert, they knew what went around them so he created this machine for them so they could enjoy life even while they're practically vegetables.