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My story begins on a Monday morning at 4:00 a.m. I woke up at that hour because I had to go to work, but first, I was going to help a neighbor whose wife was in a coma. He was a good man, and his wife was a very beautiful woman. It's a pity they passed away!
Afterward, I took a taxi—The good thing about not having your own car is that you use public transportation and, of course, get to know many interesting people—I remember the conversation I had with the driver...
"Did you know the government is building secret bases under cities?" the man asked.
"I had no idea! Why do you think that is? Are these bases meant to help homeless people?" I replied.
"Of course not, you fool! They use them to experiment on people like us down there."
"Oh, that's horrible!..."
"In fact, I'm planning to stop them. Would you like to join me?" he asked excitedly.
I couldn't refuse such a proposition, as he seemed like a good person. After all, I still had plenty of time, and despite the risk of getting fired by my demanding boss, I knew it was better to help someone else than myself.
"Sure!"
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The man smiled. I noticed he was very excited, which genuinely filled me with joy. I had never seen someone so full of faith in something that... Well... At least, in my humble opinion, isn't real.
We arrived at large concrete channels in the middle of the city, and there we entered the sewers through access tunnels. As we walked with our phone flashlights in hand, we began to hear several strange noises.
"Those must be the demons the scientists from the bases summoned," he commented.
"I think we should turn back..."
"No! We're close..."
Gradually, I could discern what the sounds were—they seemed like moans. To this day, I honestly don't know if they were of pleasure or pain. They started coming from all around us.
"Get thee behind me, Satan, for the Lord is with me! Oh, God! You who protect me, help me confront this evil being..." the taxi driver began to pray. I didn't join him due to personal reasons; I don't believe in any gods.
Out of nowhere, I heard moans to our right; I aimed the flashlight, worried that someone might need help. It was two people—a man and a woman—engaging in sexual intercourse. The man saw us, slit the woman's throat with a knife, pulled out a gun from his unbuttoned pants, and shot me in the stomach. The taxi driver ran away. To this day, I still can't believe I couldn't help that poor woman...
I woke up in the hospital; I don't know who called an ambulance, but I would like to thank them. They asked me many questions that day; however, unfortunately, I no longer remember them. Hours later, I received a call from my job, demanding explanations; I told them everything, but my boss still fired me. It was understandable, which is why I haven't sued him to this day. I also received a call from my apartment building—my entire block burned down; apparently, my neighbor had murdered his wife and then committed suicide.
I think that was one of those days, you know? Where everything just keeps getting worse. However, something that lifted my spirits happened—the taxi driver visited me. He said he regretted what happened and wouldn't ask for my help anymore, but he still believed there was something down there, a secret that needed to be revealed to the world. From that moment on, I reminded myself once again how important it is to help others; no matter how much you suffer in the process or what you lose. It's all worth it if you help others and make the world a better place. My friend, the taxi driver, now explained to me that we must commit suicide to enter the second dimension and finally end the government; I will do it because I want to help.