light, short, scattered

Chapter 2 "The Will of Dystopia"

Another day, same thing.

Separate offices, colleagues who are busy and never say hello.

Facing the letters coming from the computer, type them into another computer.

This is my job.

You may not imagine that the monthly salary for this kind of job is 1 yuan.

A letter was sent very regularly every 10 minutes or so. At first I was curious and tried to spell it.

Copy them on a small piece of paper beside you, but you will find that it is completely meaningless:
(N ＭＫＧＴＪＰ)
But for so much salary, I still worked hard.

Of course, eight hours a day goes by quickly.

I won't feel tired at all.

Ding~ Here it comes again, this time it’s: “L”.

I took my time and entered another computer and pressed OK.

Finally getting off work, nothing compares to returning to my warm home.

There is nothing more comfortable than soaking in the bathtub and taking a warm hot bath.

The most pleasant thing in life is nothing more than this.

Wait, what is this?
Why is there a note on my bathtub?
Whose prank is it?

But I’m usually the only one in my house?
If you look carefully, you will see that the word "bathtub" is neatly written on the note.

I just bought the bathtub not long ago.This must be a prank by the merchants.

I tore off the note.

My bathtub is missing?
What was replaced was a cardboard box.

And here I am, sitting in this cardboard box, with water covering my body.

But the cardboard box was not soaked by water at all.

Wait for this water? I looked up at the shower head above.

There is actually a piece of paper on my shower head. Who is playing this prank?
I tore off the note from the showerhead, and the showerhead in front of me turned into an old baseball bat.

. . . . . .

"I can't stand it, doctor. Am I sick? I see slips of paper with names on all kinds of things, and if I tear them off they turn into something else. You understand me. You mean? For example, if there is a note on this table, and I tear off the note on the table, the table will turn into a big stone, or something strange."

The doctor looked at me listlessly and said, "I think you are under too much pressure from work. Let me give you some soothing medicine."

"How long will it take to get better?" I asked in confusion.

"There are 63 pills in this bottle. Take one pill a day. If it doesn't feel better after two months, come back to me." The doctor said calmly.

On the way home I looked at the medicine in my hand.

There was also a note on it, and I slowly tore off the note on the medicine in my hand.

The medicine became a pump.

I think I'm getting sicker.

Of course, no matter how sick you are, you still have to work. I came to my company early the next morning.

The day's work started as scheduled again.

Ding~ Another letter came from the computer, it was: "O".

I pressed "O" on another computer and clicked OK.

Wait a minute, right? Here we go again?
There was actually a note on the computer monitor.

I subconsciously grabbed the piece of paper. If I tear it off, will my work disappear?
I didn't dare to think about it anymore and took back my right hand.

1 minute, 2 minutes. . .

I was in a daze for 10 minutes.Ding~ The next letter popped up on the screen: "V".

I woke up and tremblingly pressed "V" and OK on another computer.

What's wrong with me? I kept rubbing my eyes.

Are my eyes broken?
Looking at the ceiling, right? Oh my god!
There was also a note taped to the ceiling that was never looked at closely.

This is crazy, I don’t believe in this evil.

I put the stool on the cabinet.

Climbing up the cabinet with difficulty and stepping on the stool.

He slowly stood up and touched the ceiling.

He grabbed the note tightly.

It says: "Aperture Company Building," and that's the name of my company.

I tremblingly opened the note.

I was still me, and my company was a pile of rubble.

My work computer is still there.

When everything is telling me.

I'm mad?I think they're crazy.

Ding~ The computer popped up the next letter: "E".

I smiled softly and uncovered the note on the computer monitor.

Sure enough, for so many years, I have been working in front of a trash can.

What a travesty this is, what’s wrong with this world?
I covered my head and ran, avoiding all kinds of people.

Escaped from the seemingly busy streets and ran to the suburbs, out of the city.

The city I once thought of as a city, I wondered if there might be a note with a city written on it.If you tear it off, it will turn into a pile of ruins before your eyes?
I actually saw the wall from a distance?
Outside this city that I have never left, there is actually a wall more than ten meters high.

The walls are so high that they break the sky, but they are not even visible in the city.

The wall stretches as far as the eye can see and seems to surround the city where I have lived for 30 years.

What is this? Curious, I walked along the wall for a long time and saw a half-open door.

Inside the gate is a military base, littered with bones and rusted weapons.

In the deepest room, there is an old document wrapped in blue leather and a yellowed diary on the table.

The document in the blue package is called "Nuclear Weapon Evacuation Document."

The content of the yellowed diary is as follows:
Our mayor gave up on us and the enemy dropped a nuclear bomb on us.All outlets were rewelded.There is no way out, and we poor people can only survive the explosion.But Dr. Gamma did not give up on us, even if we have been deformed by radiation dust.The offspring they produce also mutate from generation to generation and can survive by eating dirt.Dr. Gamma is a great psychiatrist who taught us the power of hypnosis.He said that by repeatedly telling our descendants to put the name of what they want on an object, they will see what they want.Generations of our mutated descendants inherit this illusion of perfection.They can live in this perfect utopia.

I touched my cheeks with my hands, and I became strange.

I could clearly see my deformed arms and pustules, and I screamed loudly.

. . . . . .

Ten days later, I returned to my job.

This is another technology company called Heishan, and the salary is still [-] yuan a month.

The nature of the work has not changed much from before.

Ding~ Look, the letter is here again, this time: "S".

I typed into the other computer and pressed OK.

By the way, I pressed the note on the monitor tightly.

Don't drop it again, it's simply too scary.

(End of this chapter)