I felt as if a hand stopped me. The hand of someone who wants to protect me. Anyways. That idea is ridiculous. I don't worth anything for nobody. 

My surroundings cut my thoughts. I couldn't stand the smell. I started crying and not exactly beacuse of sadness. Chemicals on air were irritating me. I ran indoors. I descended to the swimming pool. I entered. With my clothes on, I didn't care. I stayed floating, looking at the ceiling. I didn't want to think. I stayed like that for hours. Blocked. I couldn't face my reality. Without forces to live. Without ability to kill myself. Protected by a trap. 

Suddenly, an idea enlightened my thoughts. It was always him. The warrant of this permanent disaster. Then, the solution was eliminating him. In that instant an energy took over me. I was going to make him pay. I'd chop off his head. I'd instert a sharp object in his heart. 

Finished the enthusiasm moment, I started thinking reasonably. It was delusional just trying to bloodily kill him. If I tried that, his security system would eliminate me. The AI would would detect I'm attacking him and it would shot my head. Or maybe a tranquilizer dart, if the algorithm determined, based on the information it has about my father's mind, that it's more useful let me live. Even If I succeeded, I broke up him into pieces and I left the building, the system would recognize my face, it would track me and it would neutralize me in minutes. I had to orderly and detailedly plan everything. From backward to forward. First, make the escape plan. Knowing the opportune moment to flee. That was the best one to turn off the surveillance system. It spies me permanently. It knows everything happening at "home", if I can call it one. If it perceived I'm trying to rebel, or that I'm sabotaging it, it would send to my father a notification about suspicious activity. Then he would contact the best specialist in behavior, who would receive my information and would try to fix me. And if they couldn't, I'd be thrown to the trashcan. The only possibility was to trick the system.

At that moment I remember what had happened some hours before at the dining room. I could hurt myself without nobody noticing. I could cut my own flesh without being detected. It also-ran wasn't reported when I went was healed infarmiry. Incredible. Even having the most sofisticated technology, there were weak points. I had to find them. 

I went out of the pool. I ran to the elevator, I took it, I left it and I went to mi bedroom. I was excited. The challenge was just starting. I had to discover the bugs.

Then a thought came to my mind. What if those weren't bugs, but features? Why he didn't make sure an specialist check the quality? Nonsense. But I started to make connections. He always has his meetings in the dining room. Recently he started taking me to some of them. Mostly to show me. Finished my protocolar role, I had to retire from there before they started discussing important topics. Before meetings he always puts on an earpod, even if they're not used anymore. Implants that transmit music directly to our nervous system are in fashion. I used to think he used them in case someone called him due to an urgency. That man always has his meetings in that place. But he always had it in the same position. Also, during meetings nobody sat next to him. He said he preferred to see the faces of the people negotiating with him. Maybe it's actually a disguised camera.

Once, when I was going out, I turned my head. My father was touching his knees. For two seconds, he put his left hand under the table, dissimulating. At that moment I just thought it was weird. Now I think maybe he was collocating a device to record the conversations.

Why would he spy their own partners? The logical explanation is he doesn't trust them. I don't want to imagine what class of business they do. But I know he does whatever he wants, and he has no limits. He takes compromises and later, at the moment it's convenient for him, he betrays. His word is worthless. Surely, people involved in his projects are the same kind of persons. It takes one to know ones. So, to make them obey, he uses the records as a mean for extortion, manipulating the fear of a leak. In this world of lies, for one of those simulators, being exposed would generate a shame equivalent to the end of life.

The genius I live with, of course is decided to prevent sink in the scandal. Punishing other is for him an opportunity to present himself af the guardian of justice and moral. Even if those words don't have any meaning. It's a good slogan to encourage crowds in the reality he built to sustain the spectacle and to reinforce the "improved" story each one mounted about himself. Or believed to mount, while following what was offered as better by codes and algorithms.

Then it was clear. To protect himself, he ordered to install a two-tier IT system at the building. He needed to be permanently informed about the important eventualities that occurred here. For that almost everything was connected to the grid, except specific places like the dinning room or the infarmiry. It was dangerous if a hacker accessed to the control of those places.

I remembered some weeks ago ago, suddenly, my father decided I had to go through a surgery. My augmented reality and VR implants were going to be removed. I used them to watch movies, play videogames and to socialize. I protested. Hours later, the surgery was performed. For me it was shocking. I had it since I was three years old. Now, for first time in my life, being nineteen years old, I was going to experience real world, completely raw. And it stinks.

 Next day I was walking at the corridor. I saw my father, who was far from me, talking to a professional, who assured the safe spaces what ready. I I approached a little. I wasn't noticed. I heard my father saying some things and insulting. If I remember well, he yelled something about a publication related to prime numbers some years ago. The professional assured the work was finished. The other man assured the work was finished. The reply was he needed to calm her down, and he hoped she had enjoy her candy. He said it was time. He turned and walked away. I did the same pretending I hadn't seen anything. Until today, I used to think the candy was something like the ones at our parties. Now I know what he was referring with "calm down". He was decided to preserve the secret at any cost.

I'll discover everything. Once his shield is unplugged, I'll neutralize him. But it won't be like when he calms down the ones who might be a risk for his plans. I won't be so sweet. This time it will be a violence of a kind that was extinct for us, until now. The public, who is so sensitive and needs it disimuletes, will have to eat it raw and fresh.

And I'll flee. Far away. Wherever. I only know it will be better. But, does a different place really exist?