Sometimes I think what would happen in the world when I close my eyes. I wouldn’t know if all the visible things disappear in the moment I close my eyes and appear again as I open my eyes. I can’t be sure that the world would exist when my eyes are closed! Perhaps the world would stop in every second I blink my eyes.
I continue to think, and I conclude that I can’t be sure about the world even when my eyes are opened. Everything what I see might be only a false image. Maybe I am the only thing that exists in the world, and I am ‘programmed’ to sense the false images. Perhaps the world might be a Truman show. The circumstances around me might be artificially made up, and others might observe me living in the circumstances. Everything might be a fake, except me.
Reflecting my life, my life has been so perfect. I am from a rich family. I am handsome and tall. I am the ace player of a basketball team. I always maintain top score even though I study less than others. I have never undergone failure in my life. People say I’m perfect. But, I’m not sure. This is not something like narcissism. I seriously doubt why my life has no lacking. Why am I so lucky? Why not someone else, but me? If I am the only one that exists, the mystery is solved. I know I exist. But I’m not sure others would. Maybe I am the main character of a reality show, which is about a perfect life, or its collapse. The world is so good to me to be genuine. I feel myself becoming terribly desperate and insane.
So the question is: Would there be ‘a real world’? Would there be failures in the real world? Would there be truth in the real world? Then, how could I get there? If I’m the main character of the Truman show, would there be an observer looking at me in the outside world? Then, would he or she be able to let me into the real world? How could I give the observer signals?
“Hey, something’s strange here.”
“Why, what’s happening?”
“I don’t know. I think one of the simulators got to know about the programming and all these stuffs.”
“What do you mean? That’s impossible.”
“Well, he’s killing everybody on the street.”
“Wh…What? Kill everybody?”
“Yes. He’s stabbing everybody with knives. And he’s writing phrases like “This is not even real. Show me the real ones” besides the dead bodies.”
“Wow…… but how could it be possible? How could he recognize this……”
“I have no idea. The only thing I know is that we should stop this before other simulators die.”
“Wait, you mean you’re gonna’ stop his simulation and summon him?”
“I don’t know. I think it’s the best way, unless he kills everybody even in here.”
“Well….. okay. Stop the simulation and bring him here.”
“Okay. I’m ready.”
Killing everybody: this is my choice. At least, it would be a signal to the real world. I don’t care what parents and friends would think. They’re not even real! I don’t care how many years would I be sentenced in prison. Time is meaningless anywhere in this world. I’ll be a threat to this fake world. I’ll make the balance of this fake world collapse. And I’m giving them message of blood. “This is not even real. Show me the real ones”. After each murder, I wait to be transferred to the real world. Nothing happens. Why, why? I kill more and more. I finally shout to the sky. “DAMN, TAKE ME TO THE REAL WORLD!” Then, I lose consciousness.
“So he’s that simulator?”
“Yeah. Still not completely transferred yet.”
“Gee…… This is cruel.”
“Huh? What do you mean?”
“I think I understand him. It is cruel indeed, to make a fake world, and make those simulators believe that they’re actually living.”
“Well, you know better than anybody that we are accomplishing numerous scientific achievements through this simulator experiment. All psychologists undergo experiments in our laboratory.
“But….. this is……”
“Hey, you think this world is real?”
“Huh? Of course, what are you talking about?”
“Come on. I’ll show you something interesting.”
“What the…..”
“Now you see?”
“This is…..”
“Yes, the real-real world. The world you were living in is a Truman show of this world. And you are one of the simulators of this real-real world. Your world was also a fake. You’re one of the dullest simulators who didn’t even doubt about your world to be false.”
Um, first of all - I think you mean "laboratory" and not "lavatory," which is a fancy word for "toilet." Aunts and lavatories haha.
답글삭제Anyways, an interesting character you have here. A lot of movies and books feature this sort of dilemma. "Jacob's Ladder," "American Pscycho," and of course Matrix and Inception - all of them question reality and the subjective view of it. So this is pretty good.
The ending is a bit confusing, however, and the Truman show reference kind of weakens it. I think it would be best to avoid references to pop culture, and limit the tone and feel to this solitary world as a piece of existential post-modernist writing.
That said, some really powerful sentences at work here, and it is true - perfect people like this guy snap every day.
WOW..... I gotta' be careful for my spelling. lol
답글삭제'As a piece of existential post-modernist writing'.... wow it's tough lol. I actually don't get this part of the comment. But about avoiding references to pop culture and feeling to the solitary world - it really seems that it would have been better if I did so! Thank you for the feedback!
By the way forget about the aunts please!!!!! lol
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