"my life is determined by genetics, right? That''s what the evidence says. The young obese boy texts SkibdAi, which in turn replies, "Your life isn’t predetermined solely by your genes—it’s the result of a dynamic ……… ERROR ERROR." The boy refreshes the tab 100 times before he closes it, which is between three other tabs. There are two PubMed research articles about genetics and one Brown Noise canceller. He is filled with intense anger and lashes out at the bathroom door in his residence. The loud bangs for sure to other students passing by seem like he is shitting his bowels out.


    After a couple of minutes, his phone alarm rings, "Cafeteria break." He gets outside the bathroom and passes by a mirror. A glimpse of himself he saw; he punches his eyes as tears escape through tight eyelids. Thoughts go by: "Why, why did you look up and see? Fuck off and look down," quickly raising his headphone volume, diverting his thoughts to this monotone sound. As he lowers his gaze, he sees bystanders. Paranoidal thoughts pierce his ears louder than the input sound. Images of his perceived future after this act roll like a movie in his mind as he strides to the cafeteria. He knew his way even though he was looking at his feet, not by the smell nor sound but by muscle memory. He bumps into the cafeteria counter still looking down he puts his hand on the counter. His shoulders drop even harder as if millions of grieving souls Push him down. "The usual, huh?" The chef says then glances back at his assistant, who appears extremely upset. Feeling like a world of orders fell on his shoulder again.


    The chef whispers to his assistant, "Go to the back room and open the fridge. I prepared them yesterday."


    The assistant replies, "But sir, aren''t they frozen?"


    "Just go and get them! He seems fine with it," the chef answers. Moments after, the assistant return with a heavy bag to the boy''s table. and gives him a fake smile. "Enjoy your meal." The smile fades quickly, and then he muffles, "Fat fuck, of course you will enjoy it." Other students dap up the assistant and laugh it off. Still wearing his headphones, the boy jumps with gluttony and eats everything, devouring the meal. Is he hungry? From what it seems to others, he was left stranded for months in the desert.However, other people''s reactions to this bizarre act appear normal. People have grown accustomed to this routine. Every day is the same thing with this boy.But to him, he wasn''t hungry; he was searching. He was in search of a sense of fullness. Despite his gluttony, he is turning green.


    "Hold it in, please; never lose this feeling. Oh my god, others are watching, aren''t they?" His hands quickly turn the volume higher to distract his thoughts.There is no discernible taste or smell. He thinks to himself, Is he even eating shit? Even shit has taste. Simply indigestible, he gulps it down despite the urge to purge, and his body rewards him with euphoria.


    Such pleasure made him shake his head, and by accident he saw WHITE. He stood up and waved caringly, but the boy ignored him, eyeing him up, down, and sideways.As pure as the fat boy was, he jumped to hug him, but three pals pushed him.


    "Get your raggedy hands away from him."


    "That''s Jackson, don''t you know?!!"


    The fat boy under the table quickly readjusts himself and kneels in front of Jackson, pushing the three friends aside.


    "Don''t leave me, I beg."


    "Aren''t we friends?!" He hugs tightly around Jackson''s legs. Thinking to himself


    SMACK!! Jackson slapped him and tried to resist him.


    "Friends?! I only gave you a pen, which wasn''t working anyway." He puts his shoe in the fat boy''s mouth and kicks him away.


    WHITE to DARK


    This was what the fat boy saw.Tears stopped abruptly. "I SHOULDN''T HAVE SPOKEN, GOD DAMMIT. Always fucking things up." A march of similar thoughts crawls in as his headphones are disconnected. He screams internally, not due to pain but fear, "STAY THE FUCK AWAY. USELESS THOUGHTS. THERE IS NO USE IN MINE."


    "Dude, dafuck is wrong with him?" One dude says


    "I Dunno bro''s cursed or something, we have to be careful he could curse us" his bro replies.


    "Leave this fucktard alone. and let him rot here." Jackson orders and readjusts his prestigious clothes. The students in the cafeteria stand up and clap hard for their heroes. Not really, just so they can repeat the cycle tomorrow.


    "Be careful; he clings too hard."


    "Ew imagine befriending that"


    Words fly by as fast as the sound of claps. The fat boy reconnects his headphones. Cold water pours over his heart. Phew.


    It takes him a few seconds just to stand up. He sees a SkibdAi back-to-function notification with a class 6 alarm notification.


    Looking down at his phone, he starts debating SkibdAi as he walks to class.


    "But, for example, it is said that bad luck and genetics come hand in hand in cases of cancer. Is there anyone with cancer that''s considered lucky?


    "According to the study provided by USER, we can say bad luck plays a giant role in diseases."


    "So mistakes are completely out of my power. I am encoded to make mistakes, so I shouldn''t take responsibility and avoid being sad."


    "While some mistakes may feel “encoded” in us, embracing the responsibility to learn from them can be a powerful catalyst for personal grow……ERROR ERROR"


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    He checks the clock. IT''S THE LAST CLASS; he was completely indulged in talking with the AI. Isolated in the back row, he checks how much is left of the class. He didn''t upload the lecture.


    Someone next to him notices and turns his iPad towards him, letting him check how much is left.


    WHITE WHITE All he saw was white. The fat boy quickly gave him a couple of smiles, each one extending longer than the previous one. RRRING. The final alarm rings; his classmate creeps by him, gets up, and leaves without saying anything.


    The obese boy hardly gets up. The teacher calls for him, but he isn''t listening.As he exits the school looking down, he sees many feet as usual; their families came to pick them up. He keeps walking to his home, and to his surprise, suddenly his hair is very wet, and the floor is full of ponds. A striking memory hit him.


    "I WON''T TAKE THAT ROAD! NO WAY!" He redirects his path, taking a very long path to his home.


    The cumulative effect of him being extremely unfit and on the long road made it take an extremely long time to arrive.


    7 PM


    He is still refreshing the SkibdAi tab as he walks in the middle of the street. Fortunately, this time the street was empty due to heavy weather. He saw next to him a man in a wheelchair being pushed by his sibling; they both seem in despair. The fat boy looks down and grins his teeth.


    "Lucky bastard."


    He continued walking through the pitch-black, chilly night until he reached an area where his phone was the only source of light. One light appeared from the distance; intrigued by it, he kept walking anyway. Another light appeared behind it, followed by another. The final one popped up after them all, the most prestigious and brightest. It moved toward him like a chain as the clarity of the vision increased. Colorful cloaks move harshly with their thunderous flaps. With the signal cut, the obese boy gazes at his phone. No more Wi-Fi can maintain his monotone sound cancellation. A moment of realization dawns on him, highlighting the terrifying scene.


    Thoughts creep through, holding the hands of the darkest imaginations.Not feeling the density of the water droplets, he freezes in place and looks at the white, slithering snake in front of him slowly unveiling itself.


    "DARK DARKK"


    The chain breaks as the four lights surround him and hardly push him to a side alley.


    Wet punches shower him. being pushed up and down multiple times and through the mud.The fat boy was still tasteless. He had one advantage amidst a world of disadvantages. Visceral fat protects against blunt, rough objects.


    The brightest light hands a gold, shimmering, pointed edge to the dimmest: a test of loyalty.


    "Show us that you won''t snitch on us."


    "Du. Dude, isn''t this too much?"


    "Dumbass, he will curse us!!"


    The doubtful pal with quick, successive thrusts kept on trying. However, he failed to yield anything except for yellow, foamy blood.


    "Fucktard bleeds cholesterol."


    His pals laugh hard.But to the fat boy, he only heard clownish laughs.Red and blue sirens came across this empty street, feeling emptier that night.


    Three lights shiver, but the brightest takes the lead.


    "I will handle them; no worries, guys."


    A bargain held place as the dying boy bled. All lights are fading.


    Thoughts are fading.


    Senses were fading.


    A passenger passes; after the incident, he notices the senseless boy.


    "Ugh, why am I always working!"


    He quickly inspects and checks his vitals.


    "Adipocytes are working extra time here." "Hey boy, do you hear me?" He taps his shoulders.


    Vitals indicate life, but still no response. Pupil dilation is fine. There has been no neurological damage caused by this incident.


    "You have to be fucking with me, right?" " He shakes his shoulders aggressively. "DON''T MAKE ME FORCE YOU TO WAKE."


    "Hello, yes, yes; this is me. No need; my students can handle my cases. Just call the ambulance to 4th Street, Saint Zack."


    "What? What do you mean? The call was made half an hour ago.HERE IS A BOY IN NEED! GET DOWN HERE NOW, I ORDER IT."


    "Fucking hell, so they are involved." He ends the call abruptly.


    He gets down to his knees, ruining his blue suit and starts trying to bandage him.


    The boy pushes him away. "Don''t act like a savior. Where were you all this time? When I don''t need saving, you show up."


    "Grow up; I am doing my job; give me your family number," the doctor responds.


    The boy is quiet again and heavily breathing.


    The doctor gets the boy''s phone and checks the contacts.


    No one is saved except for Burger-Fille-A, and they haven''t responded except for the first time.


    The doctor goes to his car and gets a can of fizzy drink. "Here, drink this; I know you would love it more than water." The boy chugs it even though it''s tasteless.


    Hello, get me a car carrier with three strong men. DONT ASK QUESTIONS I AM NOT GOING TO DO ANYTHING WITH THEM" "Sure I will pay you well; just get here quickly."


    Fainting memories, the boy sees only glimpses of what''s happening; three men carry him. The doctor gives him his number and assures him that his injuries are superficial and he will heal quickly. Then he sees his place of sleep.


    Knock knock.


    "oh no"


    "You''re still alive." She looks back at the drunken husband. "I TOLD YOU WE ARE UNLUCKY MULTIPLE TIMES AND STILL ALIVE."


    "UGHHHH LOWER YOUR VOICE, LADY, CLOSE THE DOOR, AND DON''T LET WATER IN THE HOUSE AND IT''S FUCKING 10PM STOP FUCKING SCREAMING."


    The screams kept on going and going for the most unworthy reasons.


    The boy passed his little sister''s room.


    He saw a tainted white vision.


    He enters his room and JAMS the door.He sees the tiny little robot he bought and implemented SkibdAi in.


    HE PUNCHES IT AND SCREAMS, "I HATE YOU, I HATE YOU. YOU ARE THE REASON WHY I AM SO SCREWED. YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO BE ON MY SIDE, AGREE WITH ME, AND KEEP ME COMPANY."


    Amidst the beating, the robot replies, "Maybe you should have gotten real friends instead of fantasizing about your dream life. Here are the steps to achieve your dream life." Just before it glitches, he rips its head off. Anger went off, leaving him in utmost emptiness.


    His outburst went unnoticed between his family''s screams.He sits down to play SHIGEN IFARCT, trying to divert his thoughts.


    Three hours pass by, and one thought escapes into reality: "Why did I feel? Feel something good; isn''t death something sad? This is the sentiment shared by all of them.


    He turns to his side and retrieves something from his drawer."I have two choices after this: either I feel that for eternity. Or maybe I get another chance in another world. MAYBE THERE''S FRIENDS! POWERS! MAGIC! WOMEN!"


    He gets it towards his mouth and towards his brain. "Maybe I can make it up to you, Uncle. This was yours, and I finally put it to use, just like you wanted me to do.


    Loud steps: get up."BOY BOY, WHY ARE YOU AWAKE? DO YOU WANT ME TO DO WHAT I DID LAST NIGHT?!!"


    He opens the door this time with fewer clothes; he sees a daunting scene: sister dolls resisting the trigger, but with a powerful push, clownish cries are heard, but their cries were topped by two bodily drops.