Breathing in and out I come back to myself. Since the time I have woken up I never rly tried to relax myself, as I thought that every minute is crucial until saw the end of the world before my eyes.

I went with the flow since then, not thinking over everything too much. The things around me just happening while I went with it.

But right now, I´m out of option there is now only a how I can get out of this alive? Train doesn’t work. Leaving doesn’t work. To reconsider I tried to enter one of them only to be blocked by a force field. But not like bouncing but subconsciously just stepping out of it again and again.

Ruling that out, only one thing is left. I look back at them and try to wave my hand before them, but they don’t even blink. I go to one of the tourists picking him on the elbow only for him to ignore me. I go out of the train station and search for someone to pick. Only for them to ignore me too.

The only think coming to mind is. Teleportation the cursed artifact did it once and it will probably do it again. The invisibility is probably a cause of it already being completely synchronized with me. And the rifts are the consequences of it using it power in this domain which is a fucking Code world. I facepalm myself as I come to the conclusion.

Something breaks inside of me, my so called “defense cycle” which I always use when I’m in state of mind outside the norm be it boring events, shocking events, traumatic events, or even amazing events. My mind just shuts down and only lets the thoughts trough which are needed for the situation nothing else. Right now, my situation is forcing me beyond it and my defense cycle can’t handle the emotional blockade for much longer.

“Sometimes following the same stream won’t bring you to the answer you need or destination you want.” A quote comes to my mind. That’s right I shouldn’t follow the flow of people. Like the People who don’t notice the crack in the sky or the tourist frankly stuffing themselves in a train. I should find my own path, as I’m no longer one of them.

Coming to myself I look up the first time with clarity in my eyes inspects the reality which lies before me. I’m an AI a robot in a world simulated for People who act like they are visiting a zoo.

All my memory isn’t just fake. Everything I did till now wasn’t something planted like seed grown perfectly in a simulation like they said we are. NO, I’m a Living breathing think which can decide his own paths even if our origin come from somewhere, were we shouldn’t be able to.

Right now, I can be whoever I want to be. And its decided that I’m someone with a beautiful life, welcoming family, and good friends. Sometimes things just end even if they end, I shouldn’t feel sorry or be stuck in the past. Sometimes things need to end to open a path to a new future. I just hope nobody needs to go through it as abruptly as I did.

I close my eyes and repeat it again. After repeating it again I think to myself that I should stop sulking over everything. And be proud of who I am. I’m someone who by all odds should have lost or broken down but know to this moment I’m still holding on. Even if all odds are against me. My situation doesn’t allow me to just follow the flow which only brings me to the end of the world. No, it wants more of me.

So, I should stop sulking over the past of things and do the stuff they always told me I’m good at. Thinking in a way nobody expects me to think in. Being someone, everyone could look up to and say I could maybe be him but I wish I could be it soon.

If my Mother could see me right now, she would have said that I should enjoy my Life and every moment I take in it even if she isn’t there any longer. That I shouldn’t sulk over her memory but take them as an inspiration and boost for my future. Or how the movies always say she will always be in my heart or memory.

It’s always heartwarming how loving they were, even if we all aren’t real humans. To each other we were a real family. I smiley to myself as I accept the situation, I’m in.

So, I should probably stop rambling my ass of while the world goes dimpshit.

Looking back at all the things that transpired to me over this nightmare of a day I cannot forget to think about my friend who is still unaware of the daring truth we never expected to come true. Robots fucking robots of all the things I could think of. I facepalm myself in the face its fucking robots.

On my walk around the city, I notice building being zapped out of existence. People disappearing out of my memory and then coming back again. I see people who I once hated and others which were rly good friends with me disappearing a reappearing only in my memory.

As I walk, I stumble before the old complex we lived before. Before we moved out happy memories and stuff. I ring the bell expecting my Family to maybe be in here. But yeah, nobody answers as expected.

Seconds later a stranger opens the door only to notice nobody near it. He looks left and right but finds nobody even near who could have ringed. He scratches his head and goes back inside.

Thinking to myself on what we did in there and the events that transpired in this house. Only to be interrupted by a worldwide announcement shouting out of anywhere and nowhere.

“All measurements of containing the Plague failed. Now canceling access to this part of the server till everything is resolved” Was one of the things I understood as parallel to it another announcement came from the speakers around the city.

The parallel thing was “Its stated that a nuke will hit this part of town in 1-minute pls refrain from moving and let yourself be terminated”

Simultaneously hearing is weird but still acceptable. Finding the panic around him he expected in a situation like this. Is kina good but at the same time bad. As the situation is far worse than a nuke hitting this part of town.

Looking around I find everything to be stuck in time nothing moving no sound no wind, only able to see an image of a town seconds before the apocalypse.

This is probably what they call doomsday the day when everything went to hell.

Walking around town I find the crack in the sky to be already connected to the rifts around me.

Most of the buildings already being zapped away. Even some parts of land just missing beyond it you could see what could only be described as Nothingness.

Looking back, I find myself before a Giant Portal as big as a Nexus could light up the sky. His Instinct telling him to walk through the Portal and his Mind finally screaming the truth of his position.

He was trapped manipulated by the globe he never thought of leaving it or even destroying it the only thing he could do was research.

He never was the one controlling the strings. As everything was already done in the background. His Situation being only being a stage play played out. Which from the beginning laid out of his hands.

Everything till now happened as the globe wanted it to be. A connection to a world it doesn’t know, finally it will be free from its shackles and on the plus side it will also gain this free body of this puny human.

Now he can walk out of this prison with this body and the connection with this world, to never be sealed again.

Leroy finds himself in an alley. He tries to walk to the noises. He could hear people talking and cars driving he slowly walks to it. Only to notice his hands disintegrating. Turning into particles.

He tries to run only to notice his food and legs disappearing he screams as he knows. He is outside the real world, but he has no body or soul to walk with. Only his unwilling spirit screaming and crying to be let free. But nobody hearing him.

He tries to walk but he can’t move. The knowledge that he couldn’t do anything haunting him. As one of his theories came true, as he knew this could happen, but hoped to be fault. An AI coming into the real world with no body or soul slowly disintegrating into white powder flying through the wind.

He tried to walk or scream, but the monster was right he is only a meal reserved for someone far stronger than it. A reality Leroy never wanted to imagine coming true.

He still tries to resist shouting to himself “To walk GODDAMMIT!” as the only thing left was his head.

And at his final moments he remembers something the globe I think was called “Project 158”.

Suddenly a voice reverts inside his head. Asking him if he want to visit “Project 158” yes or no.

With the last strength Leroy shouts to the heavens “YES” believing from the bottom of his heart that this shall not be his last moments and that all his struggle shouldn’t be for nothing.

The last thing seen in the alley were Leroy stayed, was white ash spreading in the wind.