The year is 2040, and the booming voice of an angry godlike being pulsates throughout the entire world, giving everyone on earth quite a scare in the process.
“I’ve had enough! All you humans want to do anymore is play games and fuck around with politics! No strive for innovation or adventure! Since you do not want to explore the reality I gave you, how about I put you inside a reality that is more like the games you play huh?! Or maybe the TV shows you watch?! Then you’ll learn to love the peaceful reality I have granted you all!”
The voice is filled with malicious intent and is surely something that must be taken seriously, but this isn’t the first time I have heard my mom yell at me. I’ve been trying to watch this new fantasy show, but I could even hear her yelling plain as day through my earbuds.
Looking up, I expect to see the angry face of my mother, but only see my empty apartment I had just moved into.
It then dawns on me, my mother left hours ago after helping me move in and that voice most definitely wasn’t hers.
I quickly search my surroundings to find no one else in the room, but something even more terrifying than someone breaking into my house and reminding me of my bad habits happens. The walls of my apartment begin to melt at a rapid pace, and everything is being quickly replaced by a dull white light.
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“NOOOO MY SECURITY DEPOSIT!” I yell at the top of my lungs while watching the $500 security deposit of my apartment melt away before my eyes.
It doesn’t take long before the entire apartment disappears and I fall into a deep white void. I can see other people around me also falling, like reality itself has melted away.
I tried to think back if I had taken any psychedelics earlier, but am too distracted by the visage of my next door neighbor wearing only panties as we fall next to each other.
This would be a blessing in the midst of a curse, only if the woman was 40 years younger and didn’t look like a giant wrinkly prune.
I try to pull my eyes away to prevent myself from being further traumatized, but I am unable to.
On top of that, we have been in free fall for like five minutes now and I’m still trying to figure out who Miohoei is and why he decided to have his name tattooed in such a weird place on the woman’s body. I go to ask the woman, who is screaming from the never ending falling still, but something comes to mind that changes my question to mindless rambling.
“Ah, now getting a better look at it, the name is probably Michael.”
These would be my last words in my original, peaceful reality, and honestly, I couldn’t have asked for anything better.