Viril, virtual, viral

Chapter 1. One day

I hadn't analyzed the situation, but in no way did that day foreshadow to me that it would have been different from the previous ones.

I had programmed myself a dream in which I created the universe, combining matter with antimatter and monkeys with fish. As always, this gave me immense satisfaction, which pumped my energy for a good part of the day.

After I woke up, I went into the simulator, where I entered a program that would transfer the taste of eggs with bacon and fried sausage into my body, another that would cool me down with a shower, and a third that deals with the maintenance of the body through physical exercises.

Then I went to work, that is, in an adjacent room where I had prepared the things necessary to carry out the activity that put bread on my table every day. Of course, my purpose in life was not bread, which I had only seen in pictures on the Internet—that was just an expression I used to keep my psyche from splitting under the weight of too sudden a separation from the past. My parents had caught the days when they ate bread. They also knew what it looked like and what it tasted like.

To me it was gross to see and touch things, let alone touch them before putting them in your mouth. Bex!

I was working for a company that analyzed human behavior to align their needs with the demands of corporate clients.

I mean, all day long I was sitting and looking at several monitors that took images from the streets, from the parks, from the piers and so on. Then I passed my observations into a special software, which processed them.

I couldn't get bored, because if I didn't make my regular observations, even if trivial and repetitive, my salary would be deducted.

Sometimes I inserted observations that I had used before, but I made sure that a sufficient interval of time passed.

They didn't catch on.

Or his dick hurt.

I wish I had worked on a game simulator or an erotic one. It would have been much more exciting.

When I asked them, they told me that they had no more positions available.

However, when a simulator wears out, I hire a new one.

Ignoring me.

I couldn't figure out why, what I was missing to qualify.

I had just done all the necessary studies.

I felt like I was missing out on life, that I wasn't being exploited to my full potential.

I swallowed an anti-depressant.

It's a pity that no program had been invented to stop the brain from going into depression.

If I were an inventor, I would get down to business.

And that's what I missed.

Maybe I should do some studies?

Or more paw?

The technology is still not perfect. In vain it is announced how much life has helped us.

"Sin" is an old expression again.