Event 3

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I keep staring at my ceiling.
Days have passed since my weird incident.
What was that really happened back there?
I still can't come up with a reasonable answer.
It troubles me very much but somehow, I'm calm.
Calm like I've got the world figured out type of calm.
Even the recurring thought of being effectively useless washes over me like a wave on a sandy beach.
I wonder why?
But why do I feel so useless in the first place?
Is it because each of everyone of us has to do something in order to value themselves?
And if you do nothing then you're useless?
I'm starting to see a pattern here.
Ah well.
Not like it matters that much anyway.
Even though my head is going through the hoops of my usefulness a part of my body won't even begin to shut up.
My right ear.
The headache itself is basically gone but that buzzing... It simply won't stop.
What even prompts its existence?
Each time that I ask myself that question I come back empty handed.
Like a father who comes home to his family after having spent most of his money on alcohol.
I don't like this train of thought.
I might be useless but I'm not no damn alcoholic father.
Well for now at least.
A longing to figure out the unknown makes its way into me.
A very strong one at that.
I decide to make my way out of my bed, with my brain set on completing this task.
So what is going on?
Well, as far as I've seen I'm trapped in my apartment with basically no escape in sight.
This realization came to me in a manner of several world-ending panic attacks, which I do NOT appreciate, if anyone was curious.
Days bleed and I still can't figure out a fucking thing.
Every thought of mine leads to empty alleyway.
Wait how did I even end up here?
Why was I put into this apartment in the first place?
Oh.
It's.. Them.
Why?
Why do such a thing?
I know I'm useless but trapping me in the confines of my mind seems a little cruel doesn't it?
Tears rush to aid my aching eyes.
I sniffle a bit.
 (SAM)(sniffles) "I mean haha what could I even expect by a bunch of *good traditional folks* like them?"'
Motherfuckers.
I'll show ya.
I'll break out of here and I'll shove my big non-existent dick in your faces.
Subhuman filth, both of you.
I'm getting out no matter what.
They're going to pay for what they did to me.
With my resolve steeled, only one thing is missing.
A plan.
A very solid one at that.
Hmmm..
Ah for now I'll just stick to my Dreamulator.
Ol 'reliable.
Before laying down, I put the Dreamulator's headset on.
This model is a little old, newer models have Neural interfaces that can be accesed through a Fleeting Linker or a neural cable.
Too pricey for me though, and this version still has pretty good support so I'll use it for quite a bit.
I strap in and I lay down on my bed.
What should I go for today hmmm....
Oh!
This one!
"Low rocky beaches of Tastaspatovok"
I love this one.
Here in Tosrig the sea isn't exactly a widely available commodity so this simulation will have to do.
I plop myself down right in front of the rocky beach.
The simulated Obra burning me with its shining rays.
 (SAM) "Man. That is bright." 
I sit down on the rocks right in front of the crashing waves.
The sound of the Flederian Ocean always calms me down.
One wave after the other.
Crashing against the wet, jagged rocks with such rhythmicity that couldn't be replicated by the most advanced industrial machines.
Suddenly an error pops out on my Graphic Interface.
"RUNTIME -5211481209941628438084722096543"
Weird.
It's my first time of seeing this error in particular.
Ah, I'm sure it's nothing too serious.
Another error pops up shortly there-after.
"MEMORY CORRUPTION DETECTED"
This one is much more concerning.
I've never seen this one either, but it sounds much more serious than some runtime process going in overflow.
Ah well. What's the worst that could happen?
A slurry of errors pop up on the Graphic interface:
"LOGIC DRIVE APPROACHING CRITICAL TEMPERATURES"
"SYSTEM MEMORY CORRUPTION DETECTED"
"SIMULATION CORRUPTED
UNABLE TO PROCEED
INTERNAL SIMULATION ERROR
NEURAL INTERFACE ERROR
KERNEL PANIC"
And many others.
At this point I make the quick decision to remove the headset hastily.
It was scorching hot.
A wonder how it didn't just melt my face off.
I can't even begin to ponder why my Dreamulator was giving me all of those errors thatI
see it.
There's something warping time and space right in front of my very eyes.
I can see it bending the very fabric of the space around it.
Almost as if it wasn't supposed to be there.
Well in actuality it probably isn't supposed to be there, but I digress.
Suddenly it lights up my whole room.
Blinding me.
Fuck me.
I can't see a damn thing.
Among all the light I can slowly but surely see a humanoid figure forming up.
It doesn't have any clothes.
And no discernible reproductive organs.
Apart from the you know, six pack and generally huge muscle features that this guy has.
 (SAM) "Who? Wha-, Who are you?!"
 (ENTITY) "I'm. Your. Savior. For. Now."
 (SAM) "What do you mean? How did you even get in here?"
 (ENTITY) "Listen. I. don't. Have. Much. Time. For. You."
 (SAM) "Huh?"
 (ENTITY) "I'm. Going. To. Help. You."
 (SAM) "..."
 (ENTITY) "What."
 (SAM) "How are you gonna do that?"
He lets out a small object from his blinding hands.
It doesn't take on a clear shape just yet, as it prefers just floating about right next to the Entity.
 (ENTITY) "You. Take. This. And. Fly. Far. Child."
 (SAM) "Huh?! What am I even supposed to do with this??"
Before he can answer any of my queries he fizzles out in a very anticlimactic way.
Leaving behind only that weird floating, glowing object.
Bitch.
Absolute bitch.
Could've you know.. Explained who he was or something?
Ah fuck it whatever.
I decide to get out of my bed once again, this time from the right side of it.
I am now standing right before this weird object.
Hesitance grows within me as I have to decide whether or not to grab it.
At this point there's not much else that could go wrong, right?
I'm trapped in this fucking whack ass simulation and there's a weird buzzing going in my right ear.
Not much to loose in my eyes.
I reach out towards the shining object.
Once again, it engulfs my whole field of vision with blinding light.
After it's done processing my grasp it forms up into a... knife?
A see through golden knife.
Peculiar.
What would I even use this for?
Looking at it more closely it seems like it is extremely sharp.
Sharp like Werodar's knives.
Other than being near indestructible they're also sharp as some of the Dragon's teeth on Vorgosax Prime.
I guess that comes with being a skilled Wyrhta.
Now that I look at it more closely there's something written on it:
"May our enemies bask in the Light's glory, and find solace within."
Huh.
This sounds very much like clear cut Compendium of Light propaganda.
Just the mention of that name makes my stomach churn with unpleasant memories.
Gross.
Okay what the fuck do I even do with an object such as this?
It's not like this see through magical knife can cut through anything...
Or can it?
I decide to move towards my desk, where my computer is located.
Almost as a joke I decide to slice off a piece of the desk.
Which is made of metal or aluminum or both.
Surprisingly enough it cuts it like a hot knife through butter.
As I peer inside the inner workings of the desk I see a very weird greenish hue.
Almost as if...
It was a computer generated space!
Would you look at that!
Right as I was about to make another sarcastic remark the desk takes up it's previous shape.
Fixing the cut that I had made just moments before.
This all but confirms that this reality is a simulation.
Hmmm.
Seeing as I can pretty much cut through anything in here..
Where would...
I cut through this reality...
Hmmm....
Seeing as the confines are restricted to the 89th floor...
Maybe...
I could probably just cut through the windows of my living room.
Yeah that could work.
I think?
Yeah that would work.
I waddle over the living room, eager to test my theory out.
I stand right in front of the big windows that lead onto the slurry of buildings in the Kaber District.
A shiver runs down my spine as I still can't make out what that billboard from before is saying.
I don't think much of it and I prepare myself to cut through the window.
As I start cutting and slashing through the window, I eventually make out a square shape big enough to make myself go through it.
It doesn't look like it's going to close anytime soon but I should hurry inside.
Before jumping in I admire the scenery in front of me.
The buildings of the Kaber District with a black square acting as a stark contrast to the whole picture.
The hole is weirdly two dimensional in nature, heavily contrasting what's supposed to be a three dimensional space.
Moreover, it is completely black.
Pitch black darkness inside.
I decide to head in.
As I expected it is pitch black.
Looking back the hole that i previously carved out with my new shiny knife is, unfortunately or fortunately, gone.
I start wandering around.
For what it's worth, this place feels empty as a space oil tanker.
But I can't see a thing.
It is pitch FUCKING black in here.
The only thing that provides any source of light is the shiny knife that I'm holding in my right hand.
My mind is trying to fill the emptiness of this place by making it seem like the knife is warm, but in reality I can barely feel it in my hand
so why would it be warm?
I keep wandering around.
Many thoughts go through my head.
What would happen if I did actually get out?
Where would I even end up?
Ahh..
Well.
I wonder if this place is a metaphor for my shitty life.
Just wandering around, until I find something worth living for.
Eventually after some more wandering and wondering I see a light glimmering in the distance.
I start making my way towards it.
It's getting closer and closer.
My steps become less echoey as I get closer to it.
The light gets closer and closer as I make my way through the darkness.
The more that this goes on the more it feels like I'm in some promotional material for the Compendium of Light.
"Wandering through the Darkness looking for the Light!"
Or some shit like that, I dunno.
Bright as it may be, that light is slowly but surely starting to look more and more like a door.
Yeah a... door?
One of those old doors as well.
Made of some very dark wood.
I wonder why is it made with that particular type of wood.
It could've been any type of woodOr actually maybe not since they decided to scrap the manufacturing of wood products in favor of paper but you get what I'm saying.
Like it could've been ANY type of wood and yet it chose to be this one in particular.
As my pondering of wood types and wood working comes to an end so does my journey to this esoteric door.
I'm now right in front of it.
Its strange golden glow accentuates its features even more.
It's a very well built door I must say.
It clearly is the work of a very experienced artesian.
Enough with the door pondering.
I extend my left hand towards the golden door knob.
Grabbing it tightly I turn it to the right, and I pull the door towards me.
I am once again blinded by the light of a strange object.
When is this going to end?
I don't need to replace my damn eyes too you know?
Fuck me.
The light engulfs every inch of my body and I feel my consciousness fade.
Beep
Beep
Beep
Beep
Beep
I open my eyes.
And It's pitch black.
Again?
Ah no, I think I have something on my eyes.
Wait what is that sound?
Is it..
One of those things that counts the beats per minute of your heart...
A heart rate monitor?
With the realization my heart sinks some more through my chest and the beeping gets quicker.
Yup.
Definitely a heart rate monitor.
Gods be damned I need to take this fucking shit off my eyes.
I try to find my hands but they're also tied to the sides of my body.
At least I know where they are now.
The bindings feel kinda loose.
I try to make them looser by pushing in the opposite side that my hands are tied in, so outwards.
I push.
And I push.
And I push some more.
Finally the bindings come loose enough and I can free my hands.
 (SAM) "Fucking finally."
Wow that was hard to say.
My throat feels so dry it could very well be a dune of the Yilipian Desert.
Ow my wrists hurt.
Feeling around my hands and wrists I can clearly feel that there are some weird stretch marks, like I've been strapped into this unholy
contraption for who knows how long.
I need to get this weird eye cover off my head.
Uhhh...
Where is it?
I feel with my free hands around my head, looking for anything that could unlock the weird thing covering my eyes.
After fiddling with my hands for a bit i find a weird latch on the top of my head.
Thank the Gods that all of my hair is still there.
After messing around with the fuck ass straps, locks and what not I finally unlock the weird eye cover.
I remove it slowly from my head and I free myself from the darkness.
Where in the fuck am I?
Wow, what are all these things plugged into me?
A whole lot of cables are coming in and out of me.
Some of them clearly meant for life support, some for other purposes not known to me.
I trace one particular cable, black and greenish in nature.
I follow it around as it goes from a weird computer set up to the left of me, all the way on to the ground, around the chair and...
To the back of my head?
I follow it around some more and..
It leads behind my right ear.
I find the origin of it and it's a small slot concealed between my hair.
I better not unplug this one.
It feels substantially more important than the other ones.
I'll start by unplugging the other ones.
As I unplug the cables one by one, questions start to come to my mind.
Things like where I was.
Or what happened to me.
The thoughts are interrupted by the the sound of the cables falling to the ground.
As I look down below the chair it looks like someone just had a cable haircut.
The only one left is the one behind my right ear.
It is time.
Time for me to get up.
I slide off the chair a bit, as to bring my legs closer to the ground.
Somehow it doesn't feel like my legs are going to old up the weight of my body.
After enough sliding I manage to reach the floor with my bare feet.
It feels cold.
With my feet planted to the ground and my hands sitting on the side of the chair, I put every kilogram of my weight on my legs.
It seems..
Fine?
Let me just try to take a few-
I fall to the ground.
Almost face first.
I manage to stop myself with my arms and hands.
Holy fuck this ground is weirdly shiny.
I look to my left and I see the monitoring station.
I decide to crawl to it.
The chair in front of it looks very expensive.
I NEED to sit on it.
After some crawling I manage to make my way to the chair
Wow it's very comfy.
Alright let's see what's up with this...
In front of me I see four monitors.
Each roughly 24 inches from what I could tell.
Three of them were currently dedicated to running diagnostics of the bespoke Dreamulator used for the simulation, one was
monitoring the components of the Dreamulator and another one was monitoring well... Me.
My hormones, brain activity, coherent and uncoherent thoughts, breaths per minute, active heart rate monitoring with an integrated
defibrillator in case my heart stopped AND a mechanical heart in case the defibrillator fails.
I sure am glad that they value my life this much.
The last monitor is very different to the rest.
It's the personal station of whoever is in charge of the Monitoring station.
I mess around with the Interface a bit and I find out that the owner of this terminal is a fella named
"Hiroki Yamakawa"
I don't have his credentials but that's something at least.
Wait.
Hold on.
The image used for his avatar is weirdly familiar.
Where have I seen him before?
Oh yeah right.
He was the fucker that was staring me down in the simulation.
Bitch.
Well, either way I have to find out how to disconnect this cable without causing a ruckus.
Ah this must be it.
I switch over to the first monitor, the one that monitors the Simulation.
Oh shit.
Look at this they have a whole ass POV through my eyes.
Incredible and haunting at the same time.
I'll need to fuck with the settings.
Uhhh....
After navigating around the interface for a bit I finally find the settings interface.
Hmm...
Ah!
There it is.
"Trigger alarm with disconnect of Experimental Dreamulator cable" ON/OFF
I click on the button in order to turn it off.
Now hopefully If I plug it off the whole facility shouldn't swarm me.
My right hand grips on the cable and I slowly pull it out.
As soon as the cable leaves my head I feel a sudden liberation that can't be described with words.
The incessant buzzing in my right ear finally leaves me.
With that out of the way I need to turn to other matters.
How do I get out of here?
Something in the corner of my eye catches my attention.
It's the time on the Doctor's desktop.
It's 2:09 AM?
I wouldn't wake up this late or.. should I say early even if I wanted to.
I look around the room.
Could there be anything useful for my escape in here?
I look opposite of where I'm seating.
In other words, behind me.
There's a sort of table with compartments adorning it.
I should probably check if there's anything in them.
I try to put my feet down once more.
The floor feels as cold as ever.
I push.
I push so much that it feels like I could take off into the sky.
I close my eyes.
I'm not on the ground?
I'm still standing!
I try taking a couple of steps.
My legs don't give out.
My frantic search for any object of significance in this room starts.
I didn't really expect to come up with anything useful but...
A surgeon's knife was all I could find.
Wonderful.
Having finished my search I go back towards the door.
It has a Fleeting Linker attached to it.
What were Kenza Manufacturing thinking when they licensed tens of thousands of these units to these corporate overlords?!
I guess I ought to wait for this guy then.