Somnium File #5: Temporal
Sept 11, 2022 13:16:29 GMT -5
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Post by CJ Phoenix on Sept 11, 2022 13:16:29 GMT -5
The simulation hypothesis proposes that all of our existence is a simulated reality, such as a computer simulation which convinces its inhabitants that the simulation is "real".
"That was a close one. He almost ruined everything."
"As long as it stays as an almost, we don't have to worry about anything."
"What's so important about it? Hasn't he already achieved stuff?"
"He has, but he has not reached the peak, and he won't be satisfied until he does."
"What if, hypothetically speaking, he does?"
"Then we kill him on the spot."
"But that doesn't make sense. I thought you saw him as a protege, Dr. Field.
"I do, Zero, but if he gets to that goal of his, then he's no longer of use to me. He's my proof of how predetermined destiny via simulation theory works."
"Yeeeeaaaaahhhhhh can I get that again, but in English this time?"
"I need him to understand and accept just how truly hopeless life is. Once he does, he'll be perfect because he'll have the full vision of this world. The people will listen to him...and they will lose all hope as well. You see, everyone's destinies are predetermined. No matter how hard your try to go against the grain, you cannot overpower the force of destiny. Hard work. Persistence. Dedication. They get all the credit for the simulation's work. Know what those things really get you? NOTHING! A failure will always be a failure regardless of their efforts. Just as light will always be light and darkness will always be darkness. We should all know and accept this, yet people still roam around, foolishly believing that they can do the unthinkable. The worst part is that others egg them on. They support and encourage them as if they'll actually end up succeeding at some point.....only for them to continue to fail. Wasted time. Wasted efforts. Wasted lives. It could be so much easier if people just accepted their programming instead of trying to rewrite the code. That's why it has to be him. Once his flame dies, everyone who looks up to him will be demotivated. They'll see first hand how hopeless life can be, and they'll give up. With nothing left to push them forward, they'll have nothing left to do but accept their fate and let the misery consume them, dragging them to their death."
".......and I thought I was the weird one. So either he fails until he loses the will to live and dies from depression, or he miraculously succeeds and we kill him. Either way, he's dead and countless people will be in despair because of it, unless you recruit him while he's on the verge of death?"
"Precisely. The moment he accepts that his life isn't worth living is the moment when the final piece comes together....which may be soon at this rate."
I've been trying to describe the way I've been feeling since Uprising....empty? Disappointed? Numb? Yeah. Numb. I think I should feel frustrated or embarrassed or sad even....but I don't. Maybe reality IS losing touch with me. Compliments and criticisms all sound the same. I've been in this hotel room, having a series of staring contests with Nagito for about five hours now. I know he's "not real", but right now, these visually projected voices in my head are probably the only things that feel real to me anymore. The only things that remind me that I exist....right?
Nagito: We're slowly becoming one in the same.
Phoenix: Is that a good thing?
Nagito: Is it? You and I both want the same thing, right? To bring out the ultimate hope. A hope that can overcome even the darkest despair. This is just a part of the process.
Phoenix: Really? Losing my grip on reality is a part of the process?
Nagito: Well....generally no, but in your case, yeah. Your teammate didn't seem to be too upset at you.
Phoenix: Being supportive doesn't mean he's not sad. I can feel that he's sad....but I can't feel my own sadness. It's like I'm back to square one. I don't feel in touch with my emotions anymore. It was just like before....when I woke up in that hospital.
Nagito: Which one?
Phoenix: Obviously the-
Wait.... I... I'm not sure... I feel like I woke up in two different places, but which one did I actually leave from?
Nagito: See that hesitation? It's holding you back. You and I both know how much a single moment of hesitation could cost out there. As much as you want to focus on your wrestling career, you don't even know if that's real, but you can't explain that to the media, can you? It'll just look like some excuse because no one will understand what's happening. It hurts fighting an internal battle all alone. Especially one that seems inconceivable. As you sure you want to keep doing this?
Phoenix: Of course I do. I still have a title and countless people supporting me. I can't just give up and leave now. I have to see this through.
Nagito: Heh. Perfect. That's what I like to hear. A shining despair that fights through adversity to bring about new hope. However, you can't hide what you're going through forever.
Suddenly, blood starts to run down the walls.
Nagito: Dreams. Nightmares. Fantasy. Reality. They're all bleeding together now......
Okay, so I'm definitely dreaming. I tried to wake myself up, but nothing happened. Flashes of the operating room that I saw Vanessa in started happening again. Confused, I threw a pillow at Nagito. That's right. I threw an actual pillow at a guy that I know wasn't real in an attempt to get back to reality..... I think I'm going crazy. To my surprise, it...worked? The walls were normal again, but my life wasn't. First, this chaos was affecting me at home. Now, it's hindering my progress at work. I need to do something quick about this before it gets any further out of hand. Looks like I'm gonna have to set up an appointment with Dr. Field.
It looks like the newly crowned rulers of the tag division have our first title defense. Though, I highly doubt these two clowns Spencer and I are facing count as a team. They're more like two drunken insubordinates disturbing the peace, and now they're about to be put to the sword. They should be honored to be the first pair of foes publicly eviscerated worse than "Psycho" Vindel eviscerates the credibility of wrestling by being labeled a wrestler.
I've heard you talk, Vindel, and your words are as sloppy as your wrestling is. You speak a lot about being a heel, but you really need to heal from the drug-induced delusions that caused you to think you're a credible threat to the hottest one-two punch since Joe Montana and Jerry Rice. You're child's play compared to the actual psychos I've faced and beaten. I'd say try not to embarrass yourself out there, but every time you're out in public, you do just that.
And speaking of embarrassing themselves, Ashton Thomas, the SELF-PROCLAIMED asshole of Action Wrestling. I'll give you credit. There's truth to your claim. Watching you in the ring makes me want to wash my eyes with battery acid because you stink like the asshole you are. You oughta be stoned to death for your gross incompetence in the ring. Fortunately for everyone, King Shit is here to do just that.
This is not going to be an instant classic between evenly matched teams. It's King Shit favored by 50 and still covering the spread with room to spare. We're a well-oiled machine firing on all cylinders while I wouldn't be surprised if tag wrestling was a foreign concept to the two of you....along with actually having skill. People aren't wondering if you sticks in the mud could pull off the ultimate upset because we all know it won't happen. They're trying to see how quickly you turn on each other and if we can beat you both before you get the chance to. Personally, I'm fine with either one because the outcome remains the same. Another match. Another win for King Shit.
"That was a close one. He almost ruined everything."
"As long as it stays as an almost, we don't have to worry about anything."
"What's so important about it? Hasn't he already achieved stuff?"
"He has, but he has not reached the peak, and he won't be satisfied until he does."
"What if, hypothetically speaking, he does?"
"Then we kill him on the spot."
"But that doesn't make sense. I thought you saw him as a protege, Dr. Field.
"I do, Zero, but if he gets to that goal of his, then he's no longer of use to me. He's my proof of how predetermined destiny via simulation theory works."
"Yeeeeaaaaahhhhhh can I get that again, but in English this time?"
"I need him to understand and accept just how truly hopeless life is. Once he does, he'll be perfect because he'll have the full vision of this world. The people will listen to him...and they will lose all hope as well. You see, everyone's destinies are predetermined. No matter how hard your try to go against the grain, you cannot overpower the force of destiny. Hard work. Persistence. Dedication. They get all the credit for the simulation's work. Know what those things really get you? NOTHING! A failure will always be a failure regardless of their efforts. Just as light will always be light and darkness will always be darkness. We should all know and accept this, yet people still roam around, foolishly believing that they can do the unthinkable. The worst part is that others egg them on. They support and encourage them as if they'll actually end up succeeding at some point.....only for them to continue to fail. Wasted time. Wasted efforts. Wasted lives. It could be so much easier if people just accepted their programming instead of trying to rewrite the code. That's why it has to be him. Once his flame dies, everyone who looks up to him will be demotivated. They'll see first hand how hopeless life can be, and they'll give up. With nothing left to push them forward, they'll have nothing left to do but accept their fate and let the misery consume them, dragging them to their death."
".......and I thought I was the weird one. So either he fails until he loses the will to live and dies from depression, or he miraculously succeeds and we kill him. Either way, he's dead and countless people will be in despair because of it, unless you recruit him while he's on the verge of death?"
"Precisely. The moment he accepts that his life isn't worth living is the moment when the final piece comes together....which may be soon at this rate."
I've been trying to describe the way I've been feeling since Uprising....empty? Disappointed? Numb? Yeah. Numb. I think I should feel frustrated or embarrassed or sad even....but I don't. Maybe reality IS losing touch with me. Compliments and criticisms all sound the same. I've been in this hotel room, having a series of staring contests with Nagito for about five hours now. I know he's "not real", but right now, these visually projected voices in my head are probably the only things that feel real to me anymore. The only things that remind me that I exist....right?
Nagito: We're slowly becoming one in the same.
Phoenix: Is that a good thing?
Nagito: Is it? You and I both want the same thing, right? To bring out the ultimate hope. A hope that can overcome even the darkest despair. This is just a part of the process.
Phoenix: Really? Losing my grip on reality is a part of the process?
Nagito: Well....generally no, but in your case, yeah. Your teammate didn't seem to be too upset at you.
Phoenix: Being supportive doesn't mean he's not sad. I can feel that he's sad....but I can't feel my own sadness. It's like I'm back to square one. I don't feel in touch with my emotions anymore. It was just like before....when I woke up in that hospital.
Nagito: Which one?
Phoenix: Obviously the-
Wait.... I... I'm not sure... I feel like I woke up in two different places, but which one did I actually leave from?
Nagito: See that hesitation? It's holding you back. You and I both know how much a single moment of hesitation could cost out there. As much as you want to focus on your wrestling career, you don't even know if that's real, but you can't explain that to the media, can you? It'll just look like some excuse because no one will understand what's happening. It hurts fighting an internal battle all alone. Especially one that seems inconceivable. As you sure you want to keep doing this?
Phoenix: Of course I do. I still have a title and countless people supporting me. I can't just give up and leave now. I have to see this through.
Nagito: Heh. Perfect. That's what I like to hear. A shining despair that fights through adversity to bring about new hope. However, you can't hide what you're going through forever.
Suddenly, blood starts to run down the walls.
Nagito: Dreams. Nightmares. Fantasy. Reality. They're all bleeding together now......
Okay, so I'm definitely dreaming. I tried to wake myself up, but nothing happened. Flashes of the operating room that I saw Vanessa in started happening again. Confused, I threw a pillow at Nagito. That's right. I threw an actual pillow at a guy that I know wasn't real in an attempt to get back to reality..... I think I'm going crazy. To my surprise, it...worked? The walls were normal again, but my life wasn't. First, this chaos was affecting me at home. Now, it's hindering my progress at work. I need to do something quick about this before it gets any further out of hand. Looks like I'm gonna have to set up an appointment with Dr. Field.
It looks like the newly crowned rulers of the tag division have our first title defense. Though, I highly doubt these two clowns Spencer and I are facing count as a team. They're more like two drunken insubordinates disturbing the peace, and now they're about to be put to the sword. They should be honored to be the first pair of foes publicly eviscerated worse than "Psycho" Vindel eviscerates the credibility of wrestling by being labeled a wrestler.
I've heard you talk, Vindel, and your words are as sloppy as your wrestling is. You speak a lot about being a heel, but you really need to heal from the drug-induced delusions that caused you to think you're a credible threat to the hottest one-two punch since Joe Montana and Jerry Rice. You're child's play compared to the actual psychos I've faced and beaten. I'd say try not to embarrass yourself out there, but every time you're out in public, you do just that.
And speaking of embarrassing themselves, Ashton Thomas, the SELF-PROCLAIMED asshole of Action Wrestling. I'll give you credit. There's truth to your claim. Watching you in the ring makes me want to wash my eyes with battery acid because you stink like the asshole you are. You oughta be stoned to death for your gross incompetence in the ring. Fortunately for everyone, King Shit is here to do just that.
This is not going to be an instant classic between evenly matched teams. It's King Shit favored by 50 and still covering the spread with room to spare. We're a well-oiled machine firing on all cylinders while I wouldn't be surprised if tag wrestling was a foreign concept to the two of you....along with actually having skill. People aren't wondering if you sticks in the mud could pull off the ultimate upset because we all know it won't happen. They're trying to see how quickly you turn on each other and if we can beat you both before you get the chance to. Personally, I'm fine with either one because the outcome remains the same. Another match. Another win for King Shit.
Bend the knee, bitches!
