A Simulated Life (Also available as ebook)

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The story of a boy living in a complete simulated and isolated tunnel without even knowing about it. His unquenchable thrust to know his past and the world takes him beyond the horizon. Then he finds that the world he has been living is nothing but an artificial simulation in the four-dimensional world by hi-tech intelligence to protect him and his friends from the robots who invaded into the three-dimensional world. He finds himself at the initial of a new civilization and he has to build it up to a nice and progressive world.
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Who am I? I’ve been asking this same question to myself since years. All this time, I’ve been trying to find out my own identity. What is my name? Where are my parents and from where did I come? I’m seeing this place since the day I got the sense that I’m a living person, since the day I could be able to understand that what is happening around me. This seems like an underground facility. This place is nothing but some undergrounded brunched pipes. There are two types of species live in here, human and technology. Technology is far populated than us, humans. I see walking robots and talking computers everywhere. They cover every portion of this tunnel. Robots never talk and computers never walk. There are many rooms in this tunnel. Some of them are for us to live in, but the greater numbered of them are restricted to us. We humans are not allowed everywhere in this tunnel. Robots seem busy everyday; they look like doing something important. They come through the doors, and walk through another. We’ve tried to figure out that what is happening on the other side of the doors, but it was always out of our knowledge.

I’ve been saying ‘We’ because there are also other people live beside me. They are also humans, are how many are we…fifty maybe. Nobody has ever told us what our names are or what are we aged. But we think all of us are probably between ten and fifteen. We are the only living objects in this tunnel. Nobody ever comes to see us, there are no relatives or parents or teachers.

We’re allowed to do everything inside of our rooms. Our rooms have a small bed and some regular stuff like table light, almirah etc. There also are computers, we could order them whenever we are hungry and the food would be served by a little rectangular hole in our room.

There’s no lack of food and rest. There’s no bound of school. The only bound are boundaries of the space in which we could easily move and external companionship.

Though we are allowed to do anything, this place is more painful than a prison. We’ve never known in which planet we are; neither have we known what happens outside. There is nothing in the tunnel using which we could communicate to the external world of which could help us to watch the outer world.

We don’t know our names. There is a small code printed on our right hand, we call ourselves using that code. My code is P3, so others also call me as P3. Nobody has told us that what this code signifies.

There is just one place we’re allowed to go, and we could enjoy there. It is an exit of one specific brunch of this tunnel which takes is right to the outer world. We go there everyday on evening. But don’t even think that our problems are solved. There’s nothing on outside. It is as dead as the inner of the tunnel. All you could see there are extremely high and snowy mountains. The only color is white there and, and only when the summer comes round the yes, you could see some brownish finish over them. But still the larger area remains white. There are no people or trees outside, not even a fly lives there. The mountains make us understood that this facility tunnel is spread all underneath this part of the range. The tunnel exits at the highest part of all the peaks where a large area in front is plain. This means, the exit is nothing but a mountain covered plateau.

I’ve tried many times to sharpen my eyes as far as I can and see beyond horizon, but never have I seen anything there except mount and snow.

We head back to our tunnel when the darkness of the last day arrives.

So, we’re free to go anywhere but still, we’re like stuck. We’ve been bound by our own knowledge about ourselves and about our surroundings.

Our desire to know everything fades out day by day. All the brothers and sisters have started to think these as a fate since a long time. But I am the only one who feels negative. My desire becomes indomitable every second. Have tried a thousand times to communicate with the robots we’re surrounded with, but they look like they don’t even know our existence. They just come, and go. Door opens, robots come through, and they walk away through another door. One of my friends says that he had a lucky glance between those when a robot was just going through.

“And what did you see”? - We chorused.

“I didn’t see it clearly, the door closes fast. But perhaps all I saw there were more machines. They were ticking and buzzing”.

This didn’t quench my thrust, rather it increased the desire.

What is happening here?

I have a small group of my friends which includes three boys and three girls. One of the boys surely is me. Here nobody knows what week or day or time now is, so we could go outside whenever we want! Whenever we feel bore, we run towards exit to see if its shinny day or night outside. If its day, we jump over the snow and play.

But indeed, we head back to the tunnel again when sun sets.

It too was a fine day. All six of us went outside to join other mates. They were playing too. I was sick at the time, so I couldn’t join them. I sat over a rock, and watched them play.

It really was a beautiful day. The scorching sunlight when fells over the snow, you just don’t know how fascinating it looks!

“Beautiful, aren’t they”? – T5 came and sat by me.

“Yes, indeed they are”.

T5 was the closest friend of mine among all. She had a very pretty face, and too had a large heart. The only thing she didn’t ever have was jealousy.

“Let’s take a walk”- She said.

Her long and untied hair was flying gently on the weak wind. We were walking slowly over the snow, and went a little away from the other mates. I could hear their noise coming from far across the hills.

The place was calm and silent, and the orange ball was coming down to the horizon. She was walking beside me and murmuring a rhythm.

“Is that a song?” – I asked.

“I don’t know what it is. But sometime this harmony rings in my mind. Maybe, it is the very last good rhythm I’ve heard. I maybe could spend the rest of my whole life with it.”

“Hmm.” – I said.

Twice a minute remained silence. The sun came more down to the horizon. Boys are getting back towards the tunnel, they are shouting in joy. Girls were too joining them. Their voice became an echo and at last, a puff when it came to us.

“Do you know any song?” – She asked.

“No.” – I said, “Have never heard one before.”

Silence. Then I asked her,

“What do you expect there beyond the horizon? What do you believe there is?”

She replied, “I don’t know. But I’d like to see there a huge ground covered with the green and soft grass. Where shall also be people.”

“That’s good.” – I said.

“What do you want there?”

“I hope there would be a deep blue, hollowing sea.”

“Have you ever imagined how does the sea look like?” – She asked.

“Never did. But however it looks like would be nice.”

Our lives were boring and steady. Nothing ever entertaining happened.

I could read about many things on my computer which I’ve never seen before such as plants, animals, earth, river, forest… How does a plant look like? Is it friendly, or aggressive? According to the description of the computer, it helps our lives to survive. I have life, but I’ve never seen a plant!

River is a flow of massive amount of water, which usually starts from mountain and ends at bay or another river.

Forest is an area covered with numerous large and tiny plants.

I have never seen any of it. But why are they written here? Does that mean there is much more things outside except mount and snow?

But I have never seen any of it there, then maybe this unknown world lies beyond the horizon, maybe there I would be able to see plants, rivers and animals if someday, somehow I could cross that line where the sun sets. I believe a whole new world starts there.

But I haven’t yet found any solution to get there. Nobody will stop me if I go out to explore the world but still, crossing mountains and walking along to the horizon wouldn’t be that easy for me. I really need one who supports me.

I went to T5 when she was having dinner in her room. She listened to my plan. I thought she would laugh loudly when I’d finish, or maybe she’d try to ignore it, but she didn’t do any of them, rather she encouraged,

“It’s gonna be great! I too wanna know where the horizon ends! I know that if I don’t do anything, I’d never be free from this metallic world. I will go with you. But have you yet planned how to get there? We need a shortcut to cover this distance.”

“No, I haven’t planned it yet. I will think about it tonight.”

“Okay, find it soon!”

I thought about that whole night and couldn’t sleep. It was too hard to find how to cross those mountains. Few possibilities flashed in mind, but they were way far away to be made possible. The whole night passed away keeping eyes on the bed light and drinking two or more glasses of water. I felt like the sleep has gone forever.

What is T5 doing now? Is she sleeping? Of course she’ll be sleeping now. Oh, if a window would be here in my room, I would get some company this night. Probably the horizon is still awake outside… If here was a window, I could see that dividing line between the sky and snow always from this room. What else as exciting as that could be!

There was no clock in the tunnel, so we didn’t ever have any sense of time. However, we also never needed it because time is for them who always stay busy. We children were always free from it.

As we were not known to hours and minutes, we used to sleep as long as we could, and would wake whenever we wanted. There was no morning or night in tunnel, neither birds would sing outside to tell us, “Come on little sunshine, the earth says Hello!” The day would change itself according to our priority.

The other day sadly, I said to T5 that I had figured nothing. Though she encouraged me, but I still could feel that little disappointment in her voice.

Next week, again we went outside. I was feeling much better and decided to play this time. But at there I saw something very new and strange. There would be a thick layer of snow where we played. But that day we saw that the snow is melting down and a very weak layer of water was passing by the exit. We started to discuss the matter with each others, but nobody could solve the mystery.

Just after the discussion ended, many of us started to enjoy the new surrounding and too play on it. Even T5 also joined them. Only one who did not play was me. I told them that it could be unsafe but who listens who’s! So again I sat over the rock and started watching their games. For once, I looked at the mountains so far… Aren’t they looking quite more brownish than they always do?

The flow was passing quite a meter away from me. Stones had raised their heads up through the water. My friends were jumping over them one to another. I could see T5 was also standing over one and clapping on joy.

“Isn’t the flow seeming a little faster than the time we got here?” - I told myself, “Or am I just imagining things?”

Before I could think anything else, I saw a huge wave coming from the south following by a terrible sound. I could not get enough time to warn my friends, just in a moment it reached on my footsteps. I jumped over the exit door at once from where I sat. The cries of my friends had already come to my ears by then. But there was nothing to be done, it was too late. When I looked back, I saw the weak flow had taken its tidal face, smashing and taking away anything with it which gets in its way.

Many of my friends drown away. Only few could come up to the bank. None of them were ready for this sudden incidence, neither I was. I couldn’t see T5 in them who survived, neither had I heard her. I searched everywhere madly but couldn’t find her. She like just went away of my life and didn’t even say goodbye. I had promised to take her beyond the horizon with me, but I couldn’t keep it.

On counted, it came up that only ten of us were left alive. We came back to the tunnel having a sad soaked heart. Our crowd became silent and once again as always, I didn’t see any impression on those robots’ face.

If she was here, I would never be worried about companionship. But now I feel like something from my own has been taken away, forever. How had she felt when she was being dragged away by those waves? Maybe she had tried her best to survive, madly she had flapped her hands, and maybe she had cried at her highest pitch and too begged for help on the loudest she could. How had she felt when she realized that nobody could hear her? How had she felt when she was sinking down and dying for a breath?

I can never imagine her getting such pain as this. I’ve always been aware about her peace and comfort, but today I’m failed. If she’s alive now, perhaps she won’t last long as it’s a freezing night outside and the current should have taken her far away from here. Maybe she’s now sitting over a rock, crying and counting over her fate. But if she’s dead, her body would have flown miles away, maybe what she wanted would be granted, maybe the current finally would take her beyond the horizon, and one day, the sweetest face of the world, her cutest simplicity and everything else would melt down to the soil and thus, the existence of a faithful girl shall be erased. But if someday, someone somehow finds her body, he’ll never know that how much had she suffered…

Tear droplets came down on my eyesight. I wish if it had also taken me with it, at least I would be able to be with her.

I didn’t realize when I got slept while tearing. Everyday, when I wake up, I usually hear a pandemonium made by other boys and girls. Today, I heard nothing. Only few are left from us, and everybody surely is sad, more than they’ve ever been.

I slowly came out of my room. There’s nobody on the passage. I think maybe they’re still sleeping in their rooms. I opened a door very gently so the noise does not disturb them. There’s one sleeping on his bed.

The tunnel is looking much more quite than it always is. I haven’t seen any robots since I’ve come out. When we were together, we wouldn’t get too conscious to the robots. They don’t give company, so we’ve always ignored them. And today, I don’t know why I’m feeling that, even if I see one of them, perhaps it can give more comfort, comfort to see something still remains like it was a day past.

This silence feels sort of sick. Should I get outside for a moment? My mind says that it would be just fine. For a moment, I can get rid of this silence atmosphere, and have some spirituality. I’m just hoping that it’s not dark outside.

I opened the door slowly and a cool, wet wind washed my face following by a very timid sense of light. It’s just before the dawn. The sky is being freshened by the first ray of the day. A very weak, bluish color is painting the roof of the earth. Though I can still see some stars through it. The higher picks of far mountains seem little brighter. But they’re hiding themselves frequently. Perhaps there are clouds flying upside.

I started wondering over the snow. The sky now looks gray. Maybe, there would be a bit of rain soon. That is why the air is filled with moisture. Last when I saw the rain, I was not even taller than a dinner table, I guess. There have been some blur memories of my childhood in the tunnel. But still, I don’t remember a single day when somebody feed me by own hand. I try, but still I can’t remember the place from where I’ve come from. I don’t know the source of my existence. Often I try to think about all this, but have never figured anything out.

The sky has become more ash now. The tiniest amount of light is transitioning between the day and the night. The clouds have become thicker, maybe the Sun wouldn’t show itself today. Maybe, clouds finally have decided to clean up the land of the grief which has just been petrified by numerous deaths and the sudden pain of loss.

The mountains are calm and steady. Maybe, they teach us that only a quite heart can be as high as them. They teach us, but never help us to learn. That is the thing you have to do by yourself.

I finally came to the edge of the plateau. Here is no way forward. Now all I can see in front of my eye is a white and wide blanket of lower mountains and snow.

The cold air and the heavenly scenery are making me feel to let my mind have no control over my body. Feels to let it just drop over the energy I’m surrounded by. The wind is blowing quite a bit faster now. And it’s increasing; maybe storm is coming from behind. It will reach here too, very soon.

Now I have no sense of time, place and memories. I must do what my mind says. It says me to let my body just sink on the thick atmosphere, and it will just float. ”Trust me, it will just float”! Somebody murmured in my ears. “Jump off the edge you’re standing, spread your body, open the internal soul of you, let the Sun be risen in your heart… Just flow yourself on this coldness, slowly… slowly… slowly, and you will float on comfort.”

My eyes are closed, and the last thing I felt was I’m loosing my body off the edge and a sudden, colder, hassling wind reached to me carrying enormous power.

I’ve loosen the ground underneath me. But surprisingly I realized that I’m not falling! I gently opened my eyes and I seen that I’m floating over the air without any support! The wind is too fast and strong that has lifted my weight comfortably. I’m flying forward with the current. Cutting the atmosphere in thousand pieces, I’m running towards the horizon on massive speed. The amazing fact is my motion is too stable and straight. I’m flying like a little piece of cotton flies on air. My body feels completely weightless! And there’s no comparable word to describe my speed! I’m faster than a train… no, a bullet!

When I was on the plateau, I didn’t realize that the distance of the horizon would be this long! It’s been up to ten minutes but I’m still flying, and yet I have seen nothing except mount and snow. When will I reach horizon…

I feel tired now. But the soft and invisible support of the wind comforts a lot. I didn’t realize when I closed my eyes and got slept.

Maybe, I’ve slept long, because the sky looks dark again, and seems like its going to be the end of the evening. My velocity feels much slower now, and maybe I too have come nearer to the surface. Here I get one noticeable thing that the ground is not completely covered with snow anymore. All I’m seeing is a rough, rocky and brownish surface. Sometimes, tiny or bigger canyons are passing by. And one more thing I’m noticing that a range of mountain is standing on my way. It’s still so far away from me, but if this velocity and the direction remain unchanged, I’ll reach there soon. There are also other ranges behind this one, but they don’t seem as higher as I accustomed to see at the plateau.

The range looks a little bluish in these last rays of the day. I’m getting for the first time here on far outside from the tunnel.

I’m observing some other colors between those mountains except white, brown and black. There’s also something else I guess on the valley of the mounts. It’s getting clearer as it comes nearer to me. Isn’t that green? The whole valley is covered light green. What would be on there? Who or what has painted this range so fabulous and has made better than anything else!

I realized that my speed is decreasing, and I’m going lower towards ground. It’s becoming a downward projectile. The force of the wind is not that powerful anymore. Maybe, I’m about to touch the land. The light has almost gone following by the sunset. But still it’s possible to see what is underneath my feet. What are those? All of them are gathered together, they all have a very long and rigid base, covered with very tiny, sharp, shaped and outnumbered, ridiculous things. The whole structure looks like a cone. They’re spread long way. I can’t determine their color in this darkness, but perhaps what am I seeing, is nothing but those greenery I saw from far between these ranges.

Are these trees? I’ve never seen a tree before, but I’ve read them in my computer, and these are exactly how it was descript there. And wait… I can also see something else between them. I see many little sources of light. They’re hung with poles. And those are roads. Those are narrow. I know these because I’ve read about them. Who made this cute place between these mountains? Does that mean people also live here? Or these are also made by those robots? I just don’t wanna see them again. I’m here to see something new. Today, I’m beyond the horizon!

I’ve downed closer. Since now, I haven’t heard any other sounds except whistling wind. Now I can hear some sort of mechanical sounds, whispering of people… And one more thing I’m noticing which has made be gay in happiness. As closer I’m reaching towards the surface, I can observe little houses between the woods. I can listen to some harmonies coming from one of them. The first song I’ve ever heard by myself!

My body is slowing down…and downs…now its close enough from the ground… And at last, it dropped over the roof of a little log-made house. The drop created a bang. And just then, I heard a crowd from somewhere. I see people have come out from their houses to find from where the strange noise came. I left a sigh of peace. At least, I won’t have to face those robots anymore.

There are elder people and children in the crowd. Men are trying to find out the matter and women are carrying their children.

So, this is how a mother looks like. How happy are those children, aren’t they? Maybe they have no idea how peaceful and lucky life they are living.

One of the men has finally seen me. He’s pointing at me and others are also keenly observing me, they’re speaking to each other in some unknown language. It’s obvious that they’re not accustomed to see boys like me falling from the sky!

The crowd is now coming closer to the house. They don’t look aggressive. Now I think that I should get down from this roof. The house isn’t too tall though it took a little struggle to get down to the cold and soft surface.

They came to me, and perhaps asked me several questions. But unfortunately, I couldn’t answer, their language was out of my knowledge. They maybe also understood my lingual problem. A person in normal shirt and men-shirt came to me, and made me understood by his body language to follow him. I did so. I looked back for a moment and I saw that the crowd has broken up and people are going back to their houses.

The man took me to his house. The house is tiny and divided into only three rooms. The floor is not cemented and the wall is made by series of logs.

The room where I’m now standing is just a connection between other two rooms. It is more like a passage. A woman is slicing veggies on the floor and dropping them to a caldron over a flamed stove. The man who brought me inside is now talking to her. She looked into my eyes at a glance. Maybe, they’re talking about me. What are they going to do with me? Is she going to cook me too? Nah, what am I thinking…

There’s a cry of a child coming through the door next to me. I can see an old woman sitting on a chair, a little boy about almost seven years and a girl, perhaps same of my age, are trying to make the child laugh together who is lying over a bed, barely covered with a quilt.

The boy and the girl saw me, and got silent. Maybe they are shy acting funny in front of an unknown person! The woman I saw cutting vegetables, is maybe the mother of the child. She came with a bottle full of milk, took the child in her arms, and put the nipple of the bottle in his mouth. The child stopped weeping.

There I saw an empty chair at the corner of the room. I pulled it over and sat on it, trying thinking how to get familiar with this situation. I don’t even know this family, which is really making me uncomfortable. But the worst thing is I can’t communicate to them. Since I’ve come here, I haven’t used a word, neither have they. I’m totally getting confused in here. But there’s no other way, I have to stick with this family because I’m new in here. I have to stay with them till I get another solution to get forward. Between this duration, I’ll have to learn their ways, rules, culture and language.

The house has no special decorating to be noticed, though I’m trying to observe its details. There’s a piece of paper hanging on the wall, unknown and curved characters are printed on it. There is also something on the wall which seems like some sort of analogue machine. It’s ticking and has spinning sticks behind its window. I have never seen anything like this before. Those children are too observing me. But when my eyes fall over theirs, they move their vision away! They seem much shy than children of their ages should usually be. Yet, they seem much disciplined.

Night grew deeper outside and the whispering of the valley gone. The woman came and served everybody food. I made a smile on my face to show them how thankful I am to them. She smiled back and gave a dish filled with rice and vegetables. At last, they gave me a bed to spend the night securely in their house.

I feel terribly tired now. Many things I had to take today. Today, when I’m lying beyond my oldest curiosity, the horizon, in spite of finding everything I needed to see, I’m feeling hesitated. Why had I been caged in the tunnel for this long period? Why had this world been hid from us? Is what I’m watching around me, reality? Or just some mind trick, like mirage? These same questions of years again gathered in mind. I’ve started to realize that these questions will never stop chasing me.

There is a small window on the top of the ceiling. The night has wrapped the mountains by its thickest darkness outside, and through of it I can see thousands of tiny dots of flashing stars on the roof of the sky. For a moment, it felt like they’re slightly moving. But it should be my mistake. A beautiful shooting star just drew its presence between all these stars. How alive this scenery is, isn’t it? I don’t know why, it reminds me of T5. How cute and little she was… She never deserved the death. Nature should have shown some mercy over her. If it had, maybe she would be sleeping by me now.

I can listen to the trees outside. They are being annoyed by the naughty wind. The ticking machine is giving them company since a long time. There also joined a whistle of night bird. This experience I could never have in the tunnel. Today, I’m free! I’ve left behind all the boundaries were made to stop me! Only I in the world know how wonderful does it feel! Yesterday my life was stuck in a very tiny place, and today, like a drop of water, I’ve fallen over the surface of the sea, and spread out, dissolved into thousands of tiny pieces!

The night raised and the weight of the whole day came down to my eyelids. All my thoughts, universe, boundaries and reality faded out from my consciousness, slowly…and gently.

“Silent night.

Holy Night.

All is calm.

All is bright.

Round yon virgin mother and child.

Holy infant so tender and mild.

Sleep in heavenly…

Sleep in heavenly…

Sleep in heavenly…

In peace.”

I haven’t opened my eyes yet. I’ve been sleeping so long and now maybe its time to wake. I can still remember the fragrance of the last night. The soft touch of the air…heavy lifting of the madness, and the internal spirit! When I’ll open my eyes, what shall I be seeing? A sweet dawn with its golden rays setting in another day on this valley of the dream, or shall I be seeing some metal walls, with a voice of a complete different world, the call of T5? Which one is the reality? On which one should I believe?

“Nothing is reality.”

A mechanical, metallic and completely unexpected voice made a fast flow of coldness through my spine! Scarily, I opened my eyes. Where has the valley gone? Where are the people and the house? All I can see is an empty, open, infinite, and bright and white space, and I’m like…floating on it! I can’t feel any surface beneath me; neither can I see anything else in here! Here is no horizon, no sky, no sound…it’s just an infinite space, as empty as one can only imagine of. From where did the voice come?

“Welcome back Mr. P3. How’s your experience been?”

The strange, robotic voice is coming from right behind of me. I turned around, and I saw the most unwanted scene, those ugly faces of tunnel robots. They’re staring at me. For the first time I heard them speaking.

Before I was going to say anything, one of them started explaining…

“Without wasting valuable time, we are going to explain you about all the things you have experienced till now. We were programmed not to tell you anything before the preset period expires. Just while completing your fifteenth year in the tunnel, the period has finally over. Now it’s time for you to know about you and your world.

Approximately fifteen years ago, your native planet, the Earth was going through the climax of the third world war. The war between people and machine. The year was 2114. The most intelligent and designed to defend mankind turned against your civilization, one by one. They used numerous robots and weapons as their hardware. Their ability, calculations, communication system and power were way far advanced from humans. Scientists predicted that these robots can’t be demolished. Sooner of later, they would charge all their weapons against the world. The existence of your species unfortunately, could not be saved. Computers found the way to control fission process and washed out the Earth. Before they did it, scientists all over the world together started a top secret project called in short, L.S.S.M. ‘Last Step to Save Mankind’ project. The project was proceeding undergrounded. The target was to settle some babies into the four dimensional world with some pre-programmed intelligences. The robots would create a simulated world, so that the babies could grow up, live and finally, they could reproduce to increase their number geometrically, and save the existence of Homo Sapience. The four dimensional world is an infinite, open space where the time is another axis and the space conjugates with it. Your brain can’t think how does it look like, it is not designed biologically to imagine the shape of a four dimensional world, it can only make up the three dimensional world, the one you have come from. This three dimensional world is made by three basic axis. They are length, breath and height. So, we robots built, or better be said, simulated complete three dimensional world, within this four dimensional world using our software, so you can see and feel your surroundings. This is not an ordinary simulation. You can touch it, smell it, feel it, even you can taste it! The world you see is nothing but a projection, a copy of the Earth. But yet, the sources were limited. That is why we could not project anything else than the tunnel. All these years, we spent our time to upgrade our software and fill it with more details. Right now, it is finally ready to simulate a complete Earth! Today we can also simulate lives. The design of this new universe has been completed and ready to be run. The valley you did see was just an experiment where we simulated your childhood. Your friends have also been through their experiences. It proved that the design works and soon, this infinite four-dimensional world will be fulfilled with our pre-calculated bunch of universes. All the binary data of this universe model will be saved as open source of energies longing freely in the space. The net size of the project is ten to the power infinite bytes, counting continued.”

I don’t know what to say. Thousands of bells are ringing inside of my head. If these robots are correct, then this whole world, tunnel, mountains everything are nothing but my imagination! I feel like somebody has put me into a maze which can never be solved. My head is like, wouldn’t be able to take anymore.

“I don’t understand.” I barely said.

“We know.” They replied, “To understand how was this world made, you will have to understand the history and the structure of your own three-dimensional universe. Let’s imagine a container, filled with delicious food. If you eat up the food, the container will then contain only air. Will it not?”

“Yes it will.”

“If somehow you suck up all the air from it, there you will get an absolute space inside the container. But now the question is, sucking all the air away does really mean that the jar is completely empty? No, it is not! Every imaginable absolute empty space is nothing but a distribution of energy. If the theory of relativity is right, then this energy inside the empty jar can surely be converted into a quantity of mass. When you look up on the sky, you usually see two things, mass and space. Only 5% of the universe contains mass. Mass is what the stars, planets, comets and everything you see and touch are made of. Now if we go back in time, long, long ago before the big bang, even when the mass was not even produced, can you guess what would you see if you were there?”

“An empty, infinite space of course!”

“And we know that an empty space equals to a distribution of energy. The space is huge, that means it also is a big box filled with lots of energy. Now somehow, we don’t know when, a little amount of this energy accidentally or luckily whatever you say, converted into mass! The rest of the story I hope you can guess by your own. Big bang, then universe, solar system, Earth, and you! When we firstly came into this new dimension, we imported energies from our native dimension. Then we simulated our universe in here using the mass was converted from the imported energy. But at the first stage, the radius of our simulation was too small. Now, our system is ready to introduce a whole new universe.”

It is now getting clearer to me. I’ve always been curious about myself, and about my past. I’ve always wanted to know that from where I’ve come from. Now when they’ve told me everything, I’m feeling much lighter now. If all this is just a simulation, then T5 is also alive. Isn’t she? Excitedly, I asked the robots.

“Yes, she is. And everybody else is also fine and completely unharmed. Our simulation is to save the existence of this specie, not to kill. You will meet her, but all in good time.”

“If you can simulate anything, then can you simulate the day when the Earth went down by the robots and computers?”

“Sure. Here the simulation begins.”

And just then, with a bright flash in front of my eyes, the surrounding disappeared, and I found myself between a broken and burnt city. Buildings look like they’ve been played like a child plays with his toy blocks. Innocent faces of human dead bodies have been piled here and there. The extreme heat of war zone and the burnt smell of the explosives made it hard to breath. The whole city has been covered by a thick black cloak of smog.

Suddenly a horrid noise took my attention up to the sky and before I could make up anything, an explosion right beside me took my sense away.

When I opened my eyes again, I saw that I’m back to the robots.

“Did you see it?” One of them asked.

“Horrible! I wonder how much pain had my parents got when they died in that hell.”

“But they have completed their objectives to save your soul. So have we. Now it’s time for us to go, P3. Our running period is at its end. Just after we self-destruct, mankind will start its voyage in their new universe, for peace and humanity.”

I’ve never been so emotional about these robots that I’ve been having besides me silently since the childhood days. But how tragic this world is! All this time, they were building our home so that we can live in comfort. Today, when I’ve gotten that I’ll never be seeing them again, I feel like one of my best companies is being erased from my life, forever.

“When will I be seeing you again?”

They said together, “We are not going anywhere son! We will live in your technologies made for only goodness, to create a hopeful future.”

And all the robots, the infinite space,, everything again disappeared with flash, and when it faded out, I felt myself standing over the softest green grass under the blue sky, between this newly made universe! I can listen to the twittering of small birds, wings of swans, and one more thing, the calling of one sweet, crystal clear and very known voice of my best friend, T5, coming to my ears from very, very far away.

I can see all my friends are shaking their hands and coming towards me. Between all them, underneath the most vivid and colorful day of the history of this universe, my T5 looks more beautiful than anything else in this world! She looks angelic! I got to know what she saw after that accident.

There are many things to be discussed between me and my friends. We’ve got a whole world to build!

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