Edited by VVV at 2018-10-24 20:16
Here is a tale of loss, intrigue, and madness.
There once was a man who had everything. Riches, love, and fame, he had it all. He has lead a life of charity and “goodness”. Then he lost one thing, love. His wife had died of old age in his very own manor and soon the blossoming goodness in his heart shriveled up. He wanted to be with her again, but the only place he could still see her is in his memories. He wanted to relive them, but instead of memories, these would be experiences, with all the five senses. He wanted a world where memory ruled reality. Soon this idea became his obsession. He contacted neuroscientists and physicists, hoping that they might realize his wish. The riches that once flowed into charities was invested in this pipe dream instead. Though, one day, his crack team of scientists was finally ready for human trials. He lured his test subjects with promises to fulfill their dreams. These were all people who lost or wanted something, and they were desperate get it.
And so the trials began. All the invitees had their memories and consciousness uploaded. Each trial had a memory holder, they would be in charge of recreating the whole experience of a place. Though, the memory holder himself was not aware that he was in his own memory. Then, there would be four other people to explore the given place. Unfortunately, to the memory holder, these four other people appeared like anomalies. It made them angry and confused. So in every trial, the memory holders sought to destroy the anomalies. The scientists didn’t know how to resolve this, so every time this happened, the four people were instructed to find cipher machines to hear instructions from the outside world on how to leave.
These five poor souls, nobody cared about. With the anomaly error still occurring, the simulations were repeated a thousand times over, absolutely no thought to the participants’ mental state.
“Insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results.”
The memory holder became hunters, the others, survivors. After a thousand more loops, the survivors forgot their names, who they were, and what they did. They only knew one thing: escape. They take a breath, their escape begins again. The survivors and hunters dance their eternal dance of death.
Some say that to this day, these poor souls continue their endless escape.
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