Hey everyone, this is my first story ever if you like it, I'll continue it. Would love to hear your thoughts
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In a state of half-wakefulness, the sound of household items being violently shaken can be heard.
Half-open eyes and ears that hear the sounds like the sunrise before dawn's light appears.
Suddenly, stress and the survival instinct of the brain ignite like a fire spreading with the wind.
What he sees, he cannot believe — everything is suspended in the air. He reaches for the lamp beside the bed to make sure he isn't in a nightmarish dream. He tells himself maybe all the pressure of life has finally driven him insane.
The sound of the door comes from in front of his bed — he always slept facing the door out of fear, so he'd be ready to flee and quickly assess danger. Today was one of those days where he thought to himself, *I was right to think that way.*
Suddenly the door opens. A purple robot wearing a blue coat, with a semi-automatic gasoline-powered strap-on dildo and a cowboy hat, appears and shouts: "OUUUUNGA BOOOONGA!"
He can't believe what he's seeing. Once again the thought crosses his mind — *maybe I've gone insane* — but everything is far too real.
The robot begins to speak:
"There is no way to escape. Like a wolf caught in a hunter's trap, you must pay the price for eating the sheep."
"In our world, there is one golden rule: obedience. And you have not been obedient — and this displeases us."
"Your emotions, from our perspective, are a virus that must be controlled. And until you learn to control your own emotions, you must remain in this simulator."
The scene shows both of them facing each other from the side.
He asks himself: *Was my art also a virus? That song playing in the background of my failed dating show — was that a virus too?*
But there was no time to protest. In his mind: *if everything is simulated, how do I defeat it?*
Suddenly, a spark of memory — sitting in front of his PS2, his mother bringing him snacks and saying, "Don't play too much or you'll break the console," and a comforting touch that might not soothe today's fear.
*Maybe I should just play. I just need to fight. I'm inside a simulator — there's no exhaustion here, no death, and everything is attainable, like a dream.*
He reaches for his waist, and suddenly a golden semi-automatic gasoline-powered strap-on dildo with two speakers appears.
The AI's avatar, stunned by witnessing this level of human processing power, shouts once again: "OUNGA BOOOONGA!"
The sound of "Smells Like Teen Spirit" blaring from the dildo's speakers ignites such an epic feeling in his head that he becomes ready to fight.
A battle where, with every dildo-to-dildo clash, pixels of the simulator are destroyed. After several hours, finally, a perfect opportunity arises — perhaps a real chance exists.
With one massive leap and a scream of 'Dildo kill, though", he shoves the dildo into the avatar's mouth, starts the engine right there, and destroys the avatar...
**TO BE CONTINUED**