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Chapter 94 (Non-text-coming soon) Containment story: The Forgotten Man

(It’s about to be put on the shelves. There are a lot of emotions, but emotion may change the taste when you say it. After all, everyone’s mood is different. So, I decided to keep it in my heart, and it’s a good practice to recall it occasionally. A A short story, I hope you like my brain hole.)
"long long ago."

Most stories start like this.

How long is it?

Tens of billions of years ago?

Or hundreds of billions?
Who knows
In short, suddenly, in the endless darkness, a little light burst out.The silent void instantly took on color.

The sparks began to spin continuously.The stars splashed in all directions, spreading to distant directions at a staggering speed.

The universe was thus quietly born.

I don't know how long it took.

The billions and billions of nebulae were burning brightly, trillions of residues were gathered together, and they curled up into planets one after another.

There is an extremely small blue land in it.That is where our lives are born.

Crazy.

fear.

greedy.

courage.

create.

wisdom.

Pursue.

and many more
Human beings have a lot of wealth that they think is beyond the material, and they think they are favored by the Creator.

As everyone knows, he is just a bird with his wings cut off and thrown into a cage.

Work...communicate...survive...reproduce...we put all our experiences between each other, repeat the same days, and wait with peace of mind after completing the meaningless mission given by ourselves or others die.

We never thought about those questions.

Like...what are we here for?
Well, some people may have thought that when eating, drinking, or chatting, these irrelevant answers will melt in the first ray of sunlight in the early morning of the next day, and they will no longer be found.

Unbelievably, I know the answer.

our existence,
It's because of a story!
long long ago.

No, this is not another story, please bear with me.

"Order Foundation"

This is a very mysterious organization.

Few people know it exists.

but I know.

Because I was born there.

Oh, right.

"S-003"

That's my name.

But the few people in the Foundation are more used to calling me by another name.

"God"

I don't like this title very much, it looks like a religious leader.

But they say, I am special and fully worthy of the title.

I thought they were all crazy at the time.

I am the same as all boys of the same age, eating, sleeping and studying.Occasionally, I would go out for shopping and watch movies, but these were all under the supervision of the Foundation.

So. I have no friends.

Except for her.

She is the nurse who looks after me exclusively.

I don't know what her real name is. But that doesn't matter because I don't have a decent name myself.

She is very pretty.

Sometimes when I look at her, my face turns red.

Nowadays
tomorrow
acquired
I thought life would go on like this.

I was lying in bed that day, covered with strange instruments, which were connected to some huge machines, and this was a routine physical examination every month.

I could feel some needles getting into my blood vessels, which caused some pain. On the screen beside me, a constantly rotating mannequin flashed, making "didi" sounds from time to time.

She is right next to me.

As with every previous examination, her hand was on my shoulder.

"Hang on, it's over."

She smiled and looked at me.

At that time, I could hear the "didi" sound of monitoring the heart rate much faster.

"drop"

"drop"

"drop"

be quiet
I froze for a moment.

Because that voice never sounded again.

Everything became quiet without warning.

I found that the air became so thick that I couldn't even breathe it into my lungs.

Everyone around was motionless.

It's like a movie with the pause button, everything freezes at that moment.

except me.

I had no idea what was going on at the time.I was taken aback.

It took me a long time to realize.

Time has stopped.

I don't know why I am the only one who is still awake, maybe I have been given some special ability, maybe I am out of time, maybe I will not be bound by anything, maybe I am a god.

What followed was an incomparably long period of time. Because the foundation’s door leading to the outside world required a password, I could only wander around in the corridors, looking at the undecorated walls, lonely and helpless.Gradually, I began to yell aimlessly, I was angry, I smashed everything that could be smashed, and I rolled on the ground like a frog with its skin peeled and thrown into salt water.

But these are of no avail, everything is restrained, like puppets, even the sound has lost its vitality, and it can't travel very far before being submerged in the thick air.

I began to experience another kind of fear.

Fear beyond all.

It's a fear that's hard to describe in words, and I know that if time forgets me, there will be no end to my fear.

The thought started to drive me crazy until the moment I was going crazy.

After that, I went crazy.

Maybe it's crazy, but anyway, I felt something cracked in my brain, and a force began to eat away at me.

A voice is saying, touch all that you want to change.

At that moment, I seemed to understand something.

if i think i'm god then i might
It is God.

So I did, and the moment my finger touched the closed door, it weathered to sand.

I came to the ground.

Of course, there was dead silence here too.

Next, I started walking.

I touched the frozen brook around me, and it flowed.

I touched the weeds on the ground and it shook.

I understand a lot.

I walked out into the barren clearing.Looking at the sunshine all over the ground, and then, the radiance was shining, I waved my arms, so the wind and sand were everywhere.

During this frozen time, I touched every leaf and crossed every grain of sand. I attracted wind, frost, rain and snow, and drove mountains and rivers. I watched the clouds move and the flowers bloom.I yelled and the voice started to pass.Pick up the soil and everything begins to grow.I close my eyes and think through the endless void, the nebula twinkles, and everything is as it was before.

that's it

I set the world back the way it was.

In the next endless time, I have nothing to do, mountains and seas, every corner of the earth is covered with my footprints, but my fear is still not eliminated.

is lonely.

In the end I went back to the Foundation.

Back to the room where it all started.

I lay back on that bed and looked at her.

She may be the most beautiful woman, but she can only remain what she was then, forever.

She smiled.

I cried.

Because... I can't touch thoughts.

I gave the whole world a new lease on life, but I'm still alone... I'm crazy, sober, crazy again, sober again.

A few years ago, hundreds of millions of years later, the past and the future have lost their meaning, and I watched the sunset alone, watching it turn blood red, the temperature on the earth rose to hundreds of degrees, the ocean was evaporated, and it became a piece of scorched earth, the world It became a piece of purgatory, my skin was burnt and my flesh was rotten.After an unknown time, the sun went out, and there was only darkness and cold on the earth.The air had been evaporated before, and I was frozen under the glacier.

After hundreds of millions of years, the universe entered a dark period, the big rip started, even the protons had decayed, the universe returned to the original point, there was nothing, I was alone in the infinite space Floating, the whole universe, just me.In other words, I am the whole universe.The concept of time and space has been lost here.So I move thousands of miles and look at thousands of years.

I want to do something, but there is nothing, I am moving in a direction without purpose, if there is a direction.

After an unknown amount of time, a spot of light appeared in front of my eyes, and my sleeping mind finally produced some waves. Could it be the edge of the universe?

Maybe.

It was a light curtain with dense writing on it, and the content was all about this world.

At that moment, I understood that this world is just a story.

This flower, one grass, each person, and the whole world are just a story.

And the story is dead. Lifeless.

I was angry, and my millions of years of loneliness, helplessness, heartbreak, remorse, helplessness and madness turned into anger, and I rushed to this light curtain, which shattered in response, and I opened the gap between the story and reality.

In a dimly lit room, a computer screen glows blindingly.

Leftovers that haven't been cleaned up for a long time are on the table, and cigarette butts are piled high in the ashtray.

A man in his 20s sat at the table, a little fat, with messy hair.His hands kept typing on the keyboard, and each word appeared on the screen.

But there was no trace of anger in his eyes.

He looked at me who suddenly appeared, and didn't show any expression. Maybe he was surprised, but his decayed brain was unwilling to react.

The moment I saw him, my anger disappeared, and I even felt a burst of sadness for no reason.

Maybe he was a loner too.

"Your novel...is dead!" I said.

His fingers on the keyboard stopped suddenly, and then started typing again.

He was expressionless.

However, he cried, and tears ran across his extremely calm face.

"I know" he said, his voice echoing in his throat.

"Why?" I asked, looking into his empty eyes.

"Books need to be read, and books that no one read will naturally die."

He replied lightly.

Only then did I realize that I had asked a question that I should have known the answer to a long time ago.

A book is a world.

The world cannot be supported by one person.

Need an author, such as him,
need stories, like me,
the most important is
Readers are needed, which is you.

I'm not a good talker.

But simple words are not necessarily paler than a thousand words.

Everyone has a story, and no one wants their story to die.

Every world needs readers.

So. Subscribe. Become a reader.

For the morning sun, for the sweet cake, for the laughter, for everything you can think of.

Or. for that one you love.

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Thank you

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(I originally wanted to write a tangled plot, and then break a chapter to cheat some subscriptions, but I didn’t. It’s been almost two months since I wrote it, and I didn’t specifically manage this novel, I just kept writing, so I I'm not a good novelist, so I'll try to be a storyteller. If I can make some money, that's even better.

Oh, by the way, Xiaoxiao is going to be promoted to C-level. The tasks of D-level are too small, and the writing is timid. The tasks of C-level may be more interesting.

Having said so much, it can actually be simplified into three words.

Of course not "hey hey hey"

But
"Subscribe")
(End of this chapter)