Joker Game (Fei Gua): (Non-text-to be put on the shelf) Containment story: The Forgotten

(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 state of mind is different. So, I decided to keep it in my heart and recall it occasionally It’s pretty good for a while...a routine, a short story, I hope everyone likes my brain hole.)

"A long time 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 born quietly like this.

I don't know how long it has passed.

The billions of billions of nebulae were burning brightly, and trillions of residues gathered together, vast and mighty, 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.

....

Wait

Human beings have a lot of wealth that they think transcends material things, 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 feel at ease after completing the meaningless mission given by ourselves or others waiting to die.

We never thought about those questions.

For example... what are we here for?

Well, some people may have thought that during meals, when drunk, when chatting, these irrelevant answers will melt in the first ray of sunlight in the early morning of the next day, and will not be found again trace.

But unbelievably, I know the answer.

We exist,

Because of a story!

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A long time 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 do.

Because... I was born there.

Oh, yes.

"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.

At the time... I thought they were all crazy.

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Like all boys my age, I eat, sleep, and study. 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 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 beautiful.

Sometimes looking at her makes me blush.

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Today

Tomorrow

The day after tomorrow

I thought life would go on like this.

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That day I was lying on the bed with strange instruments hanging on my body. They were linked to some huge machines. This was a routine physical examination every month.

I can feel that some needles have penetrated into my blood vessels, and there is some pain. On the screen beside me, a constantly rotating mannequin flashes, making a "didi" sound from time to time.

She is right next to me.

Just like every previous examination, she put her hand on my shoulder.

"Persist a little longer, and it will be over."

She smiled at me.

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

"Drip"

"Drip"

"Drip"

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Quiet

...

I froze for a moment.

Because the voice didn't sound 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 is motionless.

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

Except me.

I had no idea what was going on. I was taken aback.

It took me a long time to realize.

Time...stopped.

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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 won't be bound by anything, maybe... I am 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 corridor, looking at the undecorated walls, lonely and helpless. Gradually, I started shouting aimlessly, I was angry, I smashed everything that could be smashed, 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 a different kind of fear.

Fear beyond all.

This fear is hard to describe in words, and I know that if time forgets me, then my fear will have no end.

This thought started to drive me crazy until the moment I was about to go crazy.

After that, I went crazy.

Maybe it's crazy, anyway, I feel that something is split in my brain, and a force is beginning to erode me.

A voice says, touch everything you want to change.

At that moment, I seemed to understand something.

If I think I'm a god...then I might

It is God.

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

I came to the ground.

Of course, there is also a dead silence here.

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 onto a 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.

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

is alone.

Finally I returned 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 as she was then, forever.

She smiled.

I cried.

Because... I can't touch thoughts.

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

A few years ago, hundreds of millions of years later, the past and the future have lost their meaning. I watched the sunset alone and watched it turn blood red. The temperature on the earth rose to hundreds of degrees. The scorched earth, the world has become a purgatory, my roasted skin is scorched and my flesh is 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.

Hundreds of millions of years later, 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 Floating in space, the whole universe, only 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 one direction without purpose, if there is a direction.

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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 am angry, my hundreds of billions of years of loneliness, helplessness, heartbreak, remorse, remorse, helplessness and madness have all turned into anger, rushing towards this light curtain, it shattered in response, and I opened the gap between the story and reality.

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In a dimly lit room, a computer screen is shining brightly.

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

A man in his 20s is sitting 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 typing on the keyboard suddenly stopped, and then started typing again.

His face was expressionless.

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

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"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 ~IndoMTL.com~ At this time, I realized that I asked a question that should have known the answer long ago.

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A book is a world.

The world cannot be supported by one person.

Need an author, such as him,

Need a story, like me,

Most importantly

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Need readers, that is you.

I am 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 the 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 should not be a good novelist, so I will try my best to be a storyteller. If I can make some money, that would be 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"

Instead

"Subscribe")