Life Was Always Empty Inside
And there I stood, watching her run off with her husband. My friend, Alice Mizuki, who hadn't the slightest clue as to who I was. I carefully watched the two figures walk slowly into the distance, the sun radiating off them both. For some reason, it was a beautiful sight to see. And I was happy.... happy to know that she was happy. How I longed to exist in the real world once again, where I could see her everyday like before. Actually, I can, but no, I deleted myself, and that's that.
To think that my parents were fake, and to think that I was nothing but some kind of experiment. To think that I had possessed some kind of power surpassing even the God of the Wired. But he's not God. He's human again because I reverted him back to his original form. I reset the world, making sure that the Wired was used for nothing more than exchanging information. I still wonder even right now how he was able to utilize the Schumann Resonance to create Protocol 7, the device which allowed people to connect to the Wired without devices, as in usage of a Navi.
Eventually though, it'll all become clear. I'm God. Omnipresent, omniscient, and omnipotent is what I am. Strange how they are all characteristics of the God in religion. Perhaps He's out there somewhere... just maybe.
Reality had shifted, and I thought to myself some more. The two figures that I had kept my gaze on disappeared, and I decided to let them be. My mind wondered how everyone I knew was doing. My fake family, my friends from school, and all that. I stared at a few people who were crossing the street in front of me, below the bridge I was leaning on. This is the pattern of life --- the pattern that all living things go through. How special it is to watch everyday people going about their errands. It's like that's the only thing they do. It's get up, go out, work, try to have fun, and try to enjoy life, then die. I'm starting to realize that life was always like this, from the beginning of humankind. We are nothing but living things that are in a way programmed to do certain things, or at the very least, given the abilities to do something.
We are possibly the product of the Wired, and the Wired may have been here before the real world. I live in the Wired, yet I can cross over to the real world whenever I want. And right now, I still am unable to find answers to some of my questions, even though I am supposed to be all-knowing. The fact is, the truth is out there, and I know that everyone strives to figure out what the truth is. I hold the truth right here with me, but I choose not to reveal it to anyone. It would ruin the world, and everything mankind has accomplished. I will let the world be... just leave it alone, and be on my own.
My eyes closed, then reopened. The sight before me was yet another plain sight, but it held a sort of significance. The people had crossed the street, and were laughing to each other. And here I will make a conclusion: life may truly be empty, however, no one cares, and they always seem to find a way to enjoy every moment of it.
A heavy gust blew past me. The bear hat which I wore leaped off my head, bounding in a direction behind me. Suddenly out of nowhere, a black crow had flown above my head, but it stopped, wings open, hovering in the air as if time had stopped. I looked up and examined it for a moment. Then, without looking back, I left the area, leaving my hat behind, which was frozen in mid-air as well.
And there I stood, watching her run off with her husband. My friend, Alice Mizuki, who hadn't the slightest clue as to who I was. I carefully watched the two figures walk slowly into the distance, the sun radiating off them both. For some reason, it was a beautiful sight to see. And I was happy.... happy to know that she was happy. How I longed to exist in the real world once again, where I could see her everyday like before. Actually, I can, but no, I deleted myself, and that's that.
To think that my parents were fake, and to think that I was nothing but some kind of experiment. To think that I had possessed some kind of power surpassing even the God of the Wired. But he's not God. He's human again because I reverted him back to his original form. I reset the world, making sure that the Wired was used for nothing more than exchanging information. I still wonder even right now how he was able to utilize the Schumann Resonance to create Protocol 7, the device which allowed people to connect to the Wired without devices, as in usage of a Navi.
Eventually though, it'll all become clear. I'm God. Omnipresent, omniscient, and omnipotent is what I am. Strange how they are all characteristics of the God in religion. Perhaps He's out there somewhere... just maybe.
Reality had shifted, and I thought to myself some more. The two figures that I had kept my gaze on disappeared, and I decided to let them be. My mind wondered how everyone I knew was doing. My fake family, my friends from school, and all that. I stared at a few people who were crossing the street in front of me, below the bridge I was leaning on. This is the pattern of life --- the pattern that all living things go through. How special it is to watch everyday people going about their errands. It's like that's the only thing they do. It's get up, go out, work, try to have fun, and try to enjoy life, then die. I'm starting to realize that life was always like this, from the beginning of humankind. We are nothing but living things that are in a way programmed to do certain things, or at the very least, given the abilities to do something.
We are possibly the product of the Wired, and the Wired may have been here before the real world. I live in the Wired, yet I can cross over to the real world whenever I want. And right now, I still am unable to find answers to some of my questions, even though I am supposed to be all-knowing. The fact is, the truth is out there, and I know that everyone strives to figure out what the truth is. I hold the truth right here with me, but I choose not to reveal it to anyone. It would ruin the world, and everything mankind has accomplished. I will let the world be... just leave it alone, and be on my own.
My eyes closed, then reopened. The sight before me was yet another plain sight, but it held a sort of significance. The people had crossed the street, and were laughing to each other. And here I will make a conclusion: life may truly be empty, however, no one cares, and they always seem to find a way to enjoy every moment of it.
A heavy gust blew past me. The bear hat which I wore leaped off my head, bounding in a direction behind me. Suddenly out of nowhere, a black crow had flown above my head, but it stopped, wings open, hovering in the air as if time had stopped. I looked up and examined it for a moment. Then, without looking back, I left the area, leaving my hat behind, which was frozen in mid-air as well.