Save me from the dark side (English version)

Algorithm

Engine, check!
Tires, check!
Indicator, check!

Paul Harper carefully checked off every little box in his notebook. Tomorrow he would be gone. Tomorrow he would be free.

He made sure that every bit of information about his upcoming journey was written down in a notebook as well as recorded on a tape labeled Simulation Theory. How long had he been stuck in an office, if you could call it that, in such an inhospitable, cold place, seeking a return to the real world? He wouldn't miss this place: a dark world, where most of the few bright lights he could find were things unidentified and dangerous. And, finally, the creator of this famous world would stop haunting his nightmares.

For he would leave this place, which was only an image, a false idea. None of this was real, he knew.

Mask, check!
Gloves, check!
Laser, check!

He had everything ready. Today he was going to say hello to the real world for the first time. Paul scribbled a note and put it on the table, next to the tape and the notebook. If anyone ever found themselves here, they would have all the help they needed to escape. Or almost. There were still a few things left to be documented when Paul left, but he didn't have time.  Future escapees would have to do without.

After taking one last look at the note he had written, he revved up his motorcycle and sped out of this world.

Welcome to the Dark Side

*******

The heat of the desert hit the two men as they got out of a police car, dirty from the sand. The desert surrounding them was huge, with but a few roads and their forgotten buildings crossing it, an old library and video rental store amongst them.  That's how this place was. Otherwise, there was the city. It was the only place where you could find life-- and the two policemen had arrived right in front of it at the police station. One of the two men held a woman, handcuffed, while the slighter of the pair carried a kind of big gun behind him, like a bazooka.

“Let’s go, Chris, we have work to do,” said the man with the gun as he closed the car doors.

Chris just nodded and walked forward, pushing the woman to the building where other police officers then took her. The man at the front desk addressed them in a jovial tone.

"Hey, Dom, Chris! What’s up?”

“Just routine," Dom said simply, pushing back his blond fringe.

“We brought back one that was trying to get away," added Chris, his stature and brown hair a complement to his partner’s appearance.

“There are more and more of them.”  The front desk attendant frowned.  “Why do all these people risk their lives-- and ours-- trying to find a utopia that doesn’t exist? Their escape attempts put us all in danger... I like you guys, because unlike half the squad here, you're really efficient. You, at least, stop them.”

“Thank you.” Dom’s expression remained impassive as he accepted the compliment.

“And you know what, Chris? I'd like to see you in the leader's seat. You are... quieter.”

“Thanks,” Chris said in the same flat tone as his partner.

Their colleague looked on at them, suddenly embarrassed by their seriousness. He jumped when the blond policeman violently dropped his gun on the desk.

"Jack, pass this on to repairs, okay? We need to have the gun ready for tomorrow morning.”

“Will do, transmitting the request now.”