《A Gratuitous Life (What Do You Do When Life Isn't Real)》 To Nobody Out There Date: January 23, 2020 Time: 5:53am Location: House -Home Subject: Subject xxx1 The Subject has awoken, adding in background noise, creating props, removing the dream, awakening characters, installing plans, and preparing for subsequent events. The Subject has gotten out of bed. The Subject has. "Protocols are complete," someone interrupted. "We are good to go, sir". "Any suspicious activity?" another asked. "No sir, clear as day just like always," a third person responded. "Well let''s hurry this up, I would like to get this over with, put settings on low, and kept one observer on him from Group A", the second person ordered. He continued onward not skipping a beat as he stated, "Everyone else you may leave". On cue people start gtting up and falling out, only a few stopped to talk or converse while most seem content to just leave early. Their faces were framed as if they are going on a vacation after a very stressful and long project completed. You''ve have been right to believe that they have done this for much longer than a few years with the practiced way they left. Anyways, But as if the devil himself plotted to take away their happiness as they just gained it, red lights started flashing in the compound after about two-thirds of the original employees already left to enjoy themselves. "What''s the Emergency!" the second - leader-ish guy shouted. Seeing the emergency lights going off just after departure he could help but curse,"Damn it not now". Sighing he continued shouting."What is the Emergency!" No could answer as people were just starting to rush back in to the workplace respond to the thre-- well do their damn jobs. "Sir, the subject has shown awareness!" a person reported. "AND What is the Actual problem?" the leader-ish guy replied sharply evident stress and mockery in his tone. "What type of awareness and how high?" "Sir he is showing awareness about ... us,"the same person replied grimly. "Great god help me ... what is he currently doing," he replied more downtrodden than surprised. "And get me a view of the subject on the program dimension mode or video mode if possible." Video Dimenison Mode On. Subject view video being broadcasted in 0010 milliseconds. Immediately upon the screen flashed a video or rather a broadcast of a person. A male who sitting down on his bed with his eyes staring forward which was odd becuase his stare should be reflected at nothing in his perspective. It had taken the employees of the compound less than a second to register this person, they were all to familar to this individual and his antics - The Subject or rather their subject that they been dealing with for quite a long time already. And almost on que his gaze turned foward with more clarity than previous, his stare seemed to contain the sight of sometime like he was seeing something not there but it was all to apparent what ghe was looking at from his words.This book is hosted on another platform. Read the official version and support the author''s work. "Hey can you hear me," the Subject says. Staring at them through a simulation which was created with a situation that blocks his direct sight. "You guys are quite bad at your job you know," he smugly replies sitting there in his bed. If one emotion most would be feeling hearing this surpising event would be obviously surpise but for the employees of the compound who ''worked'' with him for a long time already it was anger and saddness. Or they would be feeling that if I didn''t make up that entire scenario. I will give you a break before I machine gun this down your throat in one piece. Enter my life and Exit whatever fantasy I fed you for the first whole half. It was made by me and it was a fictional fantasy if not a delusional representation of my situation. So yes not all of it wasn''t true. For the most part, I am the SUBJECT or at least, I call myself that doing away with my previous name after I learnt with proof that I am not crazy and that I am actually stuck under the metaphoric thumb of something or someone in drum roll a simulation? I think so, I can''t state such matters with confidence when everything and almost everyone seems to be a lie. Names and Identifies have just become well unnecessary, useless and a painful reminder that everything else is artificial. Now hold up some might be asking what am I talking about. What''s going on, am I telling the truth (which I am) and some other questions. Which Well to sum it up, I''m trapped. I am currently stuck in some sort of simulation and I have decided to write my life and my adventures down to nobody who will read about it, in this, here fantasy reality (well if reality even held any meaning anymore). I would normally be backtracking or going through my past .... but who am I kidding there is nothing behind me to go back to so let''s go foward to the present and start from here. I don''t want to offload on you too much so once again I am the Subject now let''s recap. I started calling myself The Subject after finding out the world isn''t real. Quite the distant notion at first but when you see objects faze through, glitch before your eyes, broken renders, coincidence glitches and the sorts of which have grown more and more frequent as time passes you start to question not whether the reality your living in was real or not but if it a joke to begin with. Case in point I know this and that and I have the evidence to prove it. So yes I know about my ''life'' here and I know that they know that I know and they know that I know. So here we are in my life at the current and onwards to the future. For my representation of them that I did, I kinda did want them to be reacting like in that aforementioned scenario but I do not know exactly what they would do over there well not all of it. I am trapped here after all, but I am not blind. But I do know that I being repressed, held against my ''current'' will(in the case that I agreed to this), and not at all impressed with their stotty designs. The last one really gets me on my nerves not because I hate it. It just insults me that I spent at least 1 year here not noticing some trees deciding either to exist in the phantom realm or refute reality and logic all together. I Am, Now, for all my max level escapism and grand skill of being so sucked in to the foolish, that I lose focus on my empty reality and situation, Done. Well at least I am well through with this whole situatuion I spent so much time here wasting it that I learnt I am an optimist through all the positive ''views'' that I once held on my situation (that I don''t have much belief in anymore). I am just so tired of all these lies! Yeah release a very long and deserved sigh after retellikng you my entrie situation. Yeah, No, No Being Here is just Terrible AND I Am Being Very Serious Here! I Am Done With This Shit! AND I WANT OUT!! Good Morning! Its a Bleak Future Date: January 23, 2020 ; Time: 6:45am ; Location: House - Home ; Subject: Subject xxx1 "Sir, it seems the subject seems to be conversing to himself," Researcher A reported listening in onto the conservation of The Subject. But as it went on his face grew dimmer the more he heard. "Sir, ... Are you hearing this." "I am - Holy-hell, What do we have today," the Leader exclaimed, reading the in-simulation time audio report. Going over what''s being said the SUBJECT seems to be talking to himself - a sign of mental problems worrying but not unplanned for or worth much attention, no that isn''t the problem it is not nearly as important as the content of what he is saying. "But if this is all he said then it isn''t detrimental to us yet," he said after some thought. He was tired, tired of this and he honestly couldn''t deal with that sack of shit right now. "Sir, what should we do", Assistant 1 enquired. It was the expected question you wouldn''t nor mally just leave something like this be it could be determentenal to the ''project'' but there wasn''t anything they could do and they all knew this. If the Subject knows then the Subject knows, the only methods that could work now were preventatives and there weren''t any cures, that didn''t have worse consequences than they were worth doing. "Nothing except hightailing out of here before the system issues another warning", the Leader said. They couldn''t remove or alter memories memories nor touch him so it was a problem but not their problem the Leader justified. Truthfully though he just wanted to leave now more than ever before during this ''job'' and he wouldn''t stay to overview a situation out pf there control. "I am not dealing with this, rather I don''t even know if we can. I''ll commission for someone to come tomorrow but besides that everyone else, dismissed," he ordered. Immediately after being dismissed Team 1 released an explosion of collective signs and groans for their future problem and work. "Meanwhile --- I have just gotten up to greet the day," I said as I stretched the sleepiness out of me. I was currently in my bedroom which I decorated to spell melancholy to anyone who came and saw it, not that I cared much about their opinions in the first place fake or not. It featured gray painted walls and floors with almost no other items in the vicinity except my large bed that''s colored yep "GRAY!" and not just any type of gray the grayest of grays, a perfect mixture of black and white. All this effort is to show where I stand in the way of things a balance between false and real. It serves as a reminder of my situation so I never forget and ... it was my favorite color. The meaning came later after but it still was significant and it also helps deter others from my bedroom if I ever need a place to cry about my situation. Directly behind me was the large and only window in my home. A 1-meter tall window that functions also as a door to a tiny balcony or was it a transparent door? Either way shining through that door glass was the big yellow sun in all of its ''burn you'' glory. This book''s true home is on another platform. Check it out there for the real experience.Try as it might it being the winter it can''t do anything to me, living in a tropical zone the weather is usually burning hot so it can''t get me now but it will be back with a vengeance come summer as it always does sigh. Well, I am not staying here forever so after stretching I went and move outside my bedroom to the stairs that accompanies it being only a hallway down and a left turn. I walked briskly down the steps until I arrived in the living room and made my way into the kitchen past the dining room. Grabbing some food I sat down on one of the chairs around the dining table in the dining room and ate. Bread and Jam was the perfect breakfast to eatsince it is kinda silly to worry over healthiness when I rarely get sick or you know false life. Yeah just sitting down here eating alone after waking up is well... terrible and upsetting since I said I was done with this stuff yesterday. This also just further reminds me of what I hated the most. Ok Question Time: "What links false reality and helplessness so well and tight that you might even believe it was made for that?" The Answer Is... the Morning yep I hate Mornings. They are just sading, it means one more day to me; you are here for just one more day and you didn''t start counting the mornings whenever you got here so you don''t even know how long you''ve been here already. What''s terrible about them is when you go to bed hoping for well escape and you wake up what greats you in the morning. It''s so bleak it''s like a smiling face of whoever trapped you in here happy because you have come to greet them another day again. But for as much as I might hate the mornings and this world, I still need to get up. I can sleep in sadness but I can''t sleep through life or the simulation life. Yeah, it isn''t real but that doesn''t mean I have nothing to do. I still have work - school work, homework, chores although I am inclined to skip those and then personal projects. Honestly, behavior like this might be the reason why I am still here but just because I am trapped inside here with nothing worthwhile to do doesn''t mean I am going to start going berserk and destroy everything. I found things to do; I do get bored after all - which might be another reason why I''m still here. Everything has consequences even fake life so I can''t just go about everything willy nilly... I still have needs that feel terrible when not met even though I feel the need to satisfy them slipping away as time goes on. So I still eat, sleep, drink, and poop. For Example, I have a home even if I could I would rather not run away to god no where because that would be bad for me.Plus I tried it once but there''s seems to always be a contingency plan here especially for the obvious tricks. Yes it pretty bad here but I know it can get worse though I would retaliate in kind as well it seems they try to keep a balance which I can aprreciate though I don''t like them still. I have an idea as to why they do that though. I learned about my fake life here when I was a teen and afterwards life became well ... worse. It seems to be designed to be so, you would rarely notice the whole life isn''t real gig when satisfied even when you''re bored because you are not bored enough to delve into the unrealistic version of your life here.Life never became bad by being bad it was already bad and I just noticed this when I found out. You would be fine, placated even if you chose to ignore this and I would hate you but respect your choices. I would run away but without a plan, it will always get me nowhere fast but ... hmmmm yeah that does sound good I think should still try again. maybe that was the answer all along. "I guess I have a plan now," I said as I took a crunch of my jelly sandwich. Tasting the delious flavor if there was one thing that never got changed as the the simulation went to shit it was pleasure. "Tomorrow then," I said continuing to eat as my vision naturally turned upwards towards the white ruined ceiling. Let''s make sure this is it! To Leave! I will Leave it! The Purpose of School Date: January 22,2020 Time: 7:30am Location: House - Home Subject: SUBJECT xxx1 While the employees who were filing out of the laboratory were enjoying their ''break''. Red-Sirens were still blaring in Team 1''s workplace and warnings displayed across the screens were being projected at a rate that would''ve made any of Team 1''s Squads faint from the prospect of dealing with all this work alone. *WARNING* THE SUBJECT has show awareness levels of that breaches into the restricted zone of awareness. *WARNING* THE SUBJECT awareness level has been upgraded to include "Simulation". SUBJECT AWARENESS - Simulation. *WARNING* THE SUBJECT has shown awareness levels that breach into the restricted zone of awareness. *WARNING* THE SUBJECT has awareness has been upgraded to include "Outside (1 - Reality)". SUBJECT AWARENESS - Outside(1 - Reality). *WARNING* THE SUBJECT has shown awareness levels in the restricted zone of awareness - Reality. *REMINDER* If THE SUBJECT shows complete awareness of the zone Reality. The Subject will be completely aware of its circumstances. *WARNING* THE SUBJECT has made plans regarding his situation. Assessing Potential Level of Problem...... Current AWARENESS Level - Outside (1 - Reality). Potential Level of Problem: Possible Complete Overhaul Of The Project ...... The SUBJECT has finished eating, 77% full, Event - Wake Up Status 100% COMPLETE, Event - Get Reeady for School 56% ONGOING, Event - School - 7% UPCOMING, Event...... SUBJECT has mentioned new plans regarding its ....... "While that is happening, I still have other stuff to do today". For one... Ahhhh stretching after eating feels so good *cracks neck*.... I have got school to go to. And as much as I would like to try my hand at running away today I already have other plans for today for instance ... well there''s hardly any and just excuses but I would rather join the side of caution and run away while I am not needed to be somewhere. Then again working against the side of caution might be the more profitable plan if I want to leave. You might argue that If the world isn'' real then I don''t need to study. And You would get to rightfully think that until your parents take away all your privileges for a month and leave you with nothing. Then your left with nothing to do but contemplate, meditate and just think. And I am no Buddha (No Offense to any Buddha''s out there although I do not know your way of life, I do believe there is a lot of meditating and thinking.)If you spot this story on Amazon, know that it has been stolen. Report the violation. So School still exists but now it takes a whole new perspective to survive in the school climate. Besides studying for exams and your graduation you also have to come to terms with the new reality in the same old place with new and different ways to get through school with an intact social life and education so you don''t get forced to visit a psychiatrist. New ways mean a new perspective like ''I know they may not be real but I''ll spend some time with Paul or Jason because they remind me of watching anime'' and ''I know getting an education may be useless down the line but the effort allows me to enjoy the present and you never know''. School seems like it will atleast never be never useless and I am proud to even say it''s my safety net in case the worst-case scenario occurs and I''m stuck here. So now I work to get dressed and ready for school. Afterward, I hop into my dad''s car and wait until he arrives to start the long drive to school. He comes out in about a few minutes, gets in and we are off. You might not believe that school doesn''t change much now that I now know life isn''t real. School never took that much of a different turn per say to deal with. The change of perspective doesn''t matter much in the situation fo things except the expectations and vision I had for the future. I wouldn''t do the unnecessary assignments I got as home or class work any less than I would in real life. The overall prospects of going to school have just fallen from one or two to well minus one but I never really had a choice in the matter, to begin with, sooooo... Anyway yes, I''m am going to school today. But I''ll skip over the unnecessary aspects as I go through the day ... so about all of it. Anyways it looks like we have arrived. "See you later Dad", I said. I love him even now. They must''ve worked hard to design such a great role model. "I''ll come to pick you up after-school. Make sure to call me if your taking clubs today." That was what my Dad said right before he left. When I was still debating between whether the world was real he was the main motivation against trying anything big during that period. But that is over now; I still I love the big guy a lot though. I just can''t help it but sometimes when if you love something a lot then you must let it go. Wiping away the fake tears I had in eyes I head into the school compound. The main school building was big, colored red and white, filled with people running up and down on almost every day and the school itself boasted an auditorium even bigger than the main school building and well that''s it. I doubt you really care about fake architecture and if you don''t then I won''t care and if you do then I still don''t. I am not being lazy deciding not to describe the school though I''m just trying to save your energy for things that are more important and less skippable. I do feel guilty though. While thinking such thoughts I ended up in my classroom Class 5 - B. As I promised I will skip over the unnecessary parts so it''s time to fast forward through this. It''s Sleep Time! Good Morning and Good Night!