"Why the hell is my alarm on." I grumble as I stumble about looking for my phone to turn off the insistent noise emanating from the unwelcome speaker.
After a moment to pull my self together I come to the conclusion that it was just an alarm I had set last week that still hadn't been disabled. Bold letters stating that it's time to take a shower and get my lazy ass out of the house to go for a job interview that I knew I wouldn't get even regardless of how qualified I was.
They say that if you actually apply your self you can achieve most anything but well, I can never find it in my self to do that so it's no wonder I've gone no where. Ya sure, got my Hiset ,(Today's equivalent of a GED) even passed with flying colors after dropping out of high school due to psychological issues. Namely depression, which if you hadn't caught on is basically due to my boredom with everything. Well, everything material so to speak.
You see, the one reprieve from everything around me is books, stories etc.
Taking and putting my self into the story, losing my identity. Trading it for the one spread across the many pages in the books I covet. knowing though that it's but temporary and shallow.
Ever sense I was able to read I'd always fantasized about being in the books I held. Not as the main character, but as my own existence. Why follow a set path if you can forge your own in a unique environment. It was not until much later, around when I was 16 that I'd come across the perfect fantasy. Not without saying that the idea wasn't brought up before but no where near as strong as then.
A wish to be able to go into the books but as I said, not as a main character. While theorizing all the different ways to perfectly word it, or at least build a proper foundation I had come up with something that I thought was wonderful. My thought was that upon stating a phrase or even perceiving my intent towards wanting to begin it would take the concept of said story and build a whole universe around the ideas in the book.
While trying to think of a way to describe it I came up with this....
Imagine a book documenting a specific point in world war 2, the idea was that the author happened to be talking about said point of interest. But when you go into it, it's not going to just be Stalingrad. Yes it's about that place but there was things going on during that time. So the System (I'm just going to call what materializes the world the 'System') takes that specific timeline and creates all the different events taking place at the time. Putting it all into a alternate dimension that has all of the events (even down to the tiniest of things) occurring with the only anomaly being you. (So it's not time travel so to speak but more of a reenactment of the period)
That's the basis behind it, but what about the source of transportation?
The book or story etc. is already stated as the 'key' to said place but how do i get there?
This was where I wondered for a bit. Too many different possibilities so I chose one I liked, choosing said destination I had in mind I have the System take me there. But it's not like my whole being is taken. No, that seems dangerous, so instead I would make it so I am moved there but real life is in a standstill (A better way of putting it is that time passes but I'm just placed back at the exact place I was at the exact time) and that where as yes I'm there it's more like it's a manifestation of me body wise so as to not only cause no harm to my self but to make it so if I were to have stayed for 20 years my body after getting back would have not been altered in the slightest.
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Getting the transportation and such out of the way really all that is placed in the alternate dimension would be my mind. Meaning I could use the basis of a book surrounding the most advanced and well made place of learning ever. Going there, and studying for how ever long and coming back with the knowledge I'd learned from that institute. Another example, Which I absolutely love would be a book which I made saying something like... 'I opened the door and walked into my new home. It was exactly how I wanted it. Every part perfectly attuned to me. My abode was a solitary existence of its own, upon opening the door to leave I was returned. My favorite part of all being the library which would bring me an assortment of books tuned to my interest but also able to be manually scoured. Interestingly enough it was made in a way a library normally is but more accessible in terms of the fact that it held an almost infinite supply of literature.
My other favorite ( I can have two favorites cant i?) being the computer room, Not only does it hold most any console made ((Present, past and future.) Also in a fashion that made it as simple as a command to pull up said one) but also a computer with instant loading and capability to manually (Keyboard or something similar) input or even a neural up-link allowing me to access to the web among other things.'
*Sigh* Sadly I doubt I'll be lucky enough to do this, it just seems so perfectly unattainable. But I guess I can always just keep wishing for this in hopes that my chance at getting that wish isn't already squandered.
Waving it off I leave my room in the basement to go do my business, looking in the mirror I note that my facial hair is still pretty under developed. I suppose It'll be a good trait to have later on in life seeing as how my dad still looks like hes in his early thirties at most even though hes just about 50 now. Finally coming into my more adult features at 19 though does kinda suck. I always find it funny though how surprised people are though when they link my voice to my body. Having a deep voice tied to a 5"6 scrawny white kid is rather amusing. What I find interesting too is how most people are surprised to see how dark my eyes are, most the time looking like black rather then a dark brown that blends perfectly with my pupils.
After washing my hands I run them through my light brown hair and back under the tap a few times until its wet then comb it all to the side. Taking a towel I dry it mostly off where it ends up pushed back over with my fingers to the side looking like I swept it over. done with my "daily ritual" I walk over to one of my computers surfing the web before at some point stopping at some forum I don't pay attention to the name of.
Skimming through some of the posts I notice a lot of people complaining about this and that, wishing for this and that. All of it stupid shit, like how they want money to pay the rent but don't have "time" to get it. Well obviously they do or they wouldn't be on here wasting said time bitching.. Getting fed up and completely out of character I start typing out how they are being ridiculous and going on into saying that they wont get a thing because if they ever did get a wish it would've been wasted on something stupid. Even going as far as saying that if I were to have the opportunity to get mine I'd be and am ready. Having the perfect one that would actually make my happy.
Hovering my finger over the submit button my stomach grumbles, forgetting about what I was doing I go get my shoes on and borrow the car, running out to get something to eat.