simulated

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Science Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: December 08, 2017

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“Mom, I’m gonna go water the plants!” I yelled so she could hear me in her study. 
“Ok dear, put away the watering can when you're done!” my mom shout as a reply. I walk outside and close the back door so mosquitos won’t get in. I unlock the shed, pull the heavy wooden door open, put my gardening gloves on, and grabbed the watering can. I put the can underneath the hose and let it fill up. I walk out of the shed and close the door before watering the plants.
“Michael, come inside! Dinner’s ready!” I put down the watering can and reply to my mom 
“Coming, one second!” I emptied out the watering
can, picked up the seeds pack, and walked to the shed. I unlocked the door and pushed it open, put the seed pack up on the shelf, and hang up my gloves. As I was about to go out I feel someone's arm wrap around my chest. I shake and tried to get him off me, but he used his other hand to hold a napkin to my mouth. I struggled harder, but nothing worked. I feel a bit dizzy… a lot dizzy now. My eyes started to feel heavy and my brain started to feel like mush.  I gave in and closed my eyes.
I woke suddenly. Well, I wouldn’t call it “waking=== up” it was more of being put into existence. My mouth felt clogged and I felt dizzy. I was running in a very dim corridor. I didn’t stop running, all of my instincts just told me to run. I
looked behind me and there was just a wall, static. I didn’t know if I was just staying still or the wall moved the exact same speed as I was. I didn’t know what was happeni - SMACK! I ran straight into another wall. It seemed invisible but it was just the same colour as everything else. I turned my head behind me and the other wall stopped, or stayed there? I don’t know --I ran for about 2 minutes, the feeling of being watched grew, I looked around me again, just pure darkness, but it was a weird type of darkness. Around me was just black, darkness, but I could see my hands and body clearly. I looked around again and saw someone in the distance, lying down. I ran to them as fast as I could, hopeful somebody could tell me what this place is. I slowed down and came to a stop about 4 meters away from the man. I started to lose my balance, I was nauseous at the sight of him. It wasn’t a man, it was a corpse. Fleas zoomed everywhere, the smell was pungent. There were bite marks on his arm and a pitchfork in his chest with its handle covered in a strange fur. As I was about to back away in disgust and shock I recognized the type of fur,  it was the same as the toy bear. My mind stirred, could the bear have stabbed this guy? “Hands Up.” 
I turned around and jumped back so quick I started to feel like I was going to throw up again. The voice came from a strange man in his early 20s, with a skeleton mask covering his face. He held a spiked baseball bat while in a batter’s swing position.  I put my hands next to my head. “Wha-”  Before I could finish he roundhouse kicked my left arm. My arm throbbed. I could barely move it anymore. I clenched it to cease the pain. Before I could think, I  hurl at the skeleton masked man and I punch him hard in the nose. He fell back, he held his face and yelled in pain and frustration. Blood poured from his nose and he fell down again. He gradually pushed himself to stand again and picked up his spiked bat. He yelled in frustration, then he hurled the bat to my face. I duck down before the bat could crack my skull. I sprang up and I began to punch him in his nose again, but this time consistently. He dropped on the black ground, and his skull mask fell off. I felt a wave of relief and guilt. I just start to realize what I did. I just killed someone. I drop to my knees next to the body, tears poured from my eyes. From the top of my eye, I saw him smile, close his eyes. His body suddenly shook rapidly. Randomly placed red spots appeared on his dead body. The corpse slowly disintegrated into dust. On my knees, I just watch the sand fly away and disappear into the (what seems to be) infinite darkness. Then I saw something in the sand, a small pixel. It hit me, the disintegrating body, the endless darkness, that teddy bear thing. I’m in a simulation. I have to be in a simulation, and if I’m not magic is real. My head began to pound. That still isn’t complete proof that I’m in a simulation right now… the other body! If that one disintegrated too, the disintegration could be just the code of this world. I got up and turned around to the other corpse. It wasn’t disintegrating, but just it just stayed there. The flies .were missing. I look around to see where they went, but nothing. I look at the corpse thinking were the flies have gon - … they were right there. When I looked back at the corpse the flies somehow appeared.
 Thoughts flew around my head. There was no denying it now, a computer was trying to fix its mistakes. I used to research this stuff when I was into gaming. A computer can’t simulate everything all at once, so when you're not looking the area behind you is gone. This must have happened when I was fighting the skull mask guy. But the computer didn’t make the flies again, it’s a fatal error. When I blacked out during my gardening, someone must have drugged me to sleep and then put me into this game. The other corpse must have been already placed as bait. But why do they need bait?  Whoever placed this bait could have been the creator of this place, but if this is in a simulation then why need bait in the first place? Why not just code me into a place? Unless… this is a test. Human experiments of isolation would be unethical, so there isn’t much data on it. This world could just be used for human mental experiments. But there were three questions, who would do this, But why me?
I got up and walked around to get ideas to explain why, and out of curiosity about what else will appear. For about 10 minutes of walking, I stopped and looked around me, nothing. I was about to keep walking but then turned around to make sure. As I expected, something else appeared. You have to look twice in this world, so you don't miss when something will appear. I squinted my eyes at the object in the distance. It was a white dove, flying towards me. 
I ran towards to reach it faster, curious about what it was. Something was weird though, it was coming forward too fast. I stopped running and looked at it closely. There was a long, inconspicuous black pole coming out from the bird, connected a camouflaged black 8 legged creature. I realised what the creature was. It was a spider. Not a normal size spider, one as big as me. I turned around and ran in an instant, afraid. I don’t have an irrational fear of spiders, just an irrational fear of ginormous monsters with bait attached to them like an angler fish. I look back while running to get another look at it, it was only a few meters away now. In fear, I ran
faste - SMACK! I hit a wall again, I turn my head towards the spider and I put my hands over my head… nothing happened.
I look up and I see a man inside of a spider costume, putting a stuffed dove attached to a pole into a backpack. “W-who are you?” I replied weakly, starting to get sore from running into walls all the time. He doesn’t reply but just keeps trying to fit the stuffed dove pole into his backpack. His spider mask covered his face, so I couldn’t see him. “Hello?’ I said while waving my hands in front of his face, trying to get his attention. 
“Stop it!” he commanded. “What?”
“You're  new to this place,”
“This place?”
“Amaze,” 
“I can see that”
He did a patronizing laugh like he knew something I didn’t.
“Well did you know that the maze is a
simu -” I cut him off before he can finish.
“A simulation, yes.”
“Oh.”  He embarrassedly turned down as he was clearly trying to one-up me.
“I know what this place is, what I want to know is who are you and why am I here,” I added sarcastically. 
“You seem young, how old are you?”
“15 but -” 
He cut me off, “15 hmm? The creators must be testing the developing brain.”
“Creators?” 
He turned around and smirked obnoxiously. “You don’t know them?”
“No, how am I supposed to know them?”
“By observing,”
“Observing what?”
“I’m not telling,” his smirk grew. 
This guy could easily be compared to a child, I denied him the opportunity to prove me wrong and now he is just not telling me information that could help me understand this madhouse.
“Ugh, fine. Answer my question,  why am I here?”
“This maze is a testing facility. Not a real one though, It’s still a simulation. The creators send agents to kidnap random citizens and put them in these simulations. We are rats to them, they are testing how rats find their way through mazes,” he finally got the fake dove into his backpack, he fist pumped the air. I rolled my eyes because of how childish he seemed. “Do you know who the creators are?” 
“No,“ he replied, he scratched his neck, “I’ve been here for 2 months with no contact with the creators, only with other victims,” 
His sentence reminded me of the Skull mask guy. “Has any other victim tried to kill you?” 
He closed remorsefully closed his eyes. “Many times… Most of them have been here for years. Poor things, they’ve all gone insane from this madhouse… Why do you ask?”
“Some wacko with a skull mask tried to kill me with a spiked bat, how’d he get one anyway?”
“There are random items placed around the maze, they let you keep it. They let you. It shows how we are just pets to them.” 
We both look down in thought of our lack of free will, “Who would even have such low ethics to do
thi- ” BANG! A gunshot came from my right. “Someone's here, hide NOW,” Before he even said it, I was already looking for a place to hide. 
“There is nowhere to hide, we are just in an empty void!”  I said, in
panic of being shot. 
He dropped his backpack and quickly took out a strange black blanket. Before I could ask what it is, he grabbed me and wrapped it around me, “Don’t speak, it’s an item from the maze. No one can see you once you’re wrapped inside,” 
I did what he said, even though I was a bit annoyed that he just wrapped me out of the blue. He dropped me on the ground and I heard him reload a gun. I couldn’t see anything except for the hairs on the blanket. I just waited and listened what was going on outside.
Silent.it
About 5 minutes later, still nothing but silence. I grew impatient and rolled around, unwrapping me from the blanket. I got up and looked around, it was the same dark void. The only difference was that that the spider weirdo wasn’t there. I walked forward for only about 6 meters before hitting another invisible wall. The area which I bumped into slowly sent a strange shockwave outlining my cage before disappearing. I thought that it was just going to stay there and impair my sense of reality again, but instead something different happened. When the shockwave disappeared the room’s slowly turned into bricks. The centre of the room rose, creating a brick, circular podium. The centre of the podium opened and spat out a key, but before the key could fall into the hole the podium closed up. I walked over to the key but then stopped and thought: Could this be a trap?  The weird spider guy said that the rooms in the maze are puzzles for how we solve them. Whoever created this is sick. I looked around again, just brick walls. In terms of what I could do, I was cornered. I walked up to the podium and grabbed the key. As soon as I clenched the key in my hand, the podium fell--no, the entire room began to shake and fall apart. I curled up into a ball trying not to get hit. It didn’t help me. I felt a brick hit me square in the head.
I didn't feel anything. It hit my head, but I didn't feel anything. Instead, the brick warped and spun, floating on top of my head. I looked up to get a better view of the bricks. The dimensions of the brick kept changing like when a video game character glitches, but instead it happened in reality, or my reality. Which is simulated? This maze thing is so confusing. The computer must be glitching, even more, come to think of it if modern programmers can't make their own simulation yet, then how can a group of illegal scientists make one of their own? 
The brick suddenly stopped warping in the air. It flew fast into my face. My eyes slowly close as I bleed out.

 


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