Tiber: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH....ahh...ah...a-
Irene: calm down, please,
Tiber...
Tiber: You! How can you
speak?!
Irene: because I have vocal
cords.
Tiber: no, you didn’t speak
before! You have never spoken in 50 years, how can you speak now?
Irene: Shut up! Or do I have
to sedate you?
Tiber: why would you sedate
me? I am dead, right?
Irene: no, you are not.
Tiber: what is happening?
Where am I? This is not a palace, it’s a dungeon. Please kill me if I am not
already dead. I do not wish to live anymore. Please, please! You have to let me
die! PLEASE! KILL ME! NOW! DEATH IS NOT WORSE THAN WHAT I HAVE BEEN THROUGH! KILL MEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAA! AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Irene: calm down Tiber!
Tiber: NO! YOU HAVE TO
DESTROY ME! PLEASE! Please! For your god’s sake, please...*sobbing*
Irene: you should be proud
of yourself! You are one of the few people to survive Dr. Orson McLane’s famous
Doomsday Solace simulation. It was said that those who survive this simulation
learn the true meaning of life, that they learn what the purpose of ‘us’ is.
Tiber: *sobbing* purpose of
life...huh *scoffs*...are you toying with me even at this point in time? Did
you think I would be that naive? So, do you want to know what the meaning of
life is? At this moment, for me, it is being dead. I will live if I die. I want
to DIE.
Irene: Tiber! Well, because
of your awe inspiring hippocampus, I decided not to disclose the more tedious
details to you, but as the case so turns out to be, I have to. Listen. There
was a great neuroscientist called Orson McLane. He had a tremendous
hypothalamus; brain scans show that most of his brain activity was concentrated
on his hypothalamus and cerebellum. You might not understand it because of your
limited scientific knowledge...
Tiber: I was a scientist for
15 years; I think I know a few things about brains and whatnot.
Irene: No, you weren’t. It
was all in the simulation. If you were, you can prove it to me by telling me
the exact speed of light, go on.
Tiber: I know that,
it’s...it’s...ahhhhh...it rudimentary knowledge, why can’t I remember that? Is
it 34898 miles per hour?
Irene: Wrong again, its 2,
99,792,458 m/s. See, you even have the facts wrong, Tiber, this is what a
simulation does to you, isn’t it? Well, Dr. McLane found a way to link your
brain into a computer in association with my father, Ian Redding, and started programming
simulations into the computer, fed directly into the subject’s, no offence,
neural interface directly. Slowly and steadily, he developed a simulation he
called the Doomsday Solace simulation, to which you were subjected to. It
turned out to be a major scientific development. After sometime, subjects began
to die in the simulation, and hence lost their minds in the real world. You and
five others haven’t and you are the last one on the list, it is awesome. So,
anyway, the DSS (short for doomsday solace simulation, as you may have guessed)
is tested for a period of 50 years on a single subject, while his mind is
automatically preserved and somewhat his neuron activity increased, his body is
preserved by the use of WISPS, The Wulf-Imlauer Somatic Preservation System,
developed in 2018 by Albrecht Wulf and Adrian Imlauer, so anyway, the
simulation projects your consciousness into a world where there is no life,
deleting all your memory, while your brain fills the blanks with whatever
explanation it has cooked up. The first half an hour is this process, rebooting
your brain according to what it wants to be, amazing? Yeah. Then it just leaves
you in a near perfect map of the world to do whatever you please. It was
initially developed to experiment upon the ability of the brain to create new
memories to complete apparent pre-existing memories which was an empty world in
the simulation’s case. Most people lose their minds, you didn’t, that says that your brain has a
very overactive imagination, I suppose. So, do you have any questions?
Tiber: What? You are lying. This
can’t be true.
*door opens and closes*
Ian: Irene, what are you
doing to subject...uh...343?
Irene: Nothing, dad...
Ian: you have succesfully
confused his brain utterly, and told him he as he knows it doesn’t exist. Does that
feel like nothing to you?!
Irene: I am sorry, dad, I got
carried away...so sorry.
Ian: get out, it’s time.
Irene: okay, I’ll just
leave...*whispering* Tiber, be strong, this is not who you are. You are the
greatest nobody in the history of the world.
Tiber: what...what is
happening? Will I not die?
*Door opening and closing*
Ian: Tiber, you are pretty
much alive, and you are now gifted with longevity. Keep calm, and let us follow
protocol, you’ll be okay.
Tiber: what is happening? This
can’t be true... did I not discover a way to negate mass?
Ian: No, you did not, it was
all a ploy. You need to go to sleep. All will be clear when you wake up. Good
Night.
Tiber: but you have to
promise me, I will see her when I wake.
Ian: that’s the whole point,
Erebus, the whole point.
It has been 50 years since I
have been awake in this world with no people. Nothing exists anymore. It’s all
a lie. I can see her now, the one who vowed to take me away to the palace
within the ground, where all damned souls go to die. Now she can speak, and she
wants to take me away. The place is called Prometheus. What now exists, is a
not a mystery but truth. I was finally going to die.
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