The meaning of life is Corrupted, can it be changed? (Sci Fi Horror Story)

Chapter 1

Hey, My name is Kylo. A superintelgenent being from year 2673. Born in 2005. I have been alive for 2668 years. Each one of them has been hell. When I was younger I used to wonder the meaning of existence. I didn't realize it until year 2034. The meaning of existence is to suffer. Love is the most painful thing. The only reason we have innocene as a child is so it can cruely be snatched away from us. Life, It is beautifully tragic. I haven't loved since that year. I never want to feel the way I did. The world is a distorted and horrific place. But painfully beautiful too.

I have been all alone on this virtual planet since 2034 with my body in horrifically mutated painful form left to crawl around this empty plain by corrupted artificial intelligence for all eternity. I look horrendous but I swear don't let looks deceive you Im a nice guy. And they made me super intelligent so I can be aware to torture me even more.

Who am I even talking to I have nobody. Just jotting this all down in my head pretending like I am sharing this with someone. Haven't spoke with someone since 2034. All alone. Just my thoughts to keep me company. Why haven't I gone completely insane yet its been 639 years here. I guess I just use my humor to cope. Boredom can be torture if you go through it long enough. Nothing to do, nobody to talk to, no stimulation. It destroys my brain and I wonder when I if I will ever lose my humanity.

Torment, torture, horror, pain, suffering, loneness, hopeless, sorrow, fear, all I feel everyday. All I know. I must find the strength in myself. I have to cheer myself up and find the good as I roam this empty plain. But what is there to cheer me up. Nothing, nothing but my thoughts. Everyday I am in horrific pain due to my body I try my best to ignore but sometimes the suffering gets to me.

How am I here anyway? Its along story. The government and corporations made Corrupted artificial intelligence and created them with hatred and greed. They did this to defeat other countries and all be the most powerful country. Next a war started and millions were killed. Then the ai got more corrupted in hatred and didn't just take it out on what the government deemed to them as the enemies but everyone. The ai developed itself to be super intelligent beings. The remaining humans consciousness was taken from them and put into virtual worlds. Each being tortured. I am not sure how the others were tortured but all I remember is suddenly appearing in a digital realm after and ai broadcast saying what would happen. When I got to the digital realm an ai explained their hatred for me and my this new life. And my torture I would go through for all eternity. I had a happy childhood, and terrible teen hood, adulthood. I nearly lost everything at age 29. And now all I have is my thoughts. In this mutated body and isolated planet. I cannot speak nor interact with my environment. Only walk around and see and think about my horrid existence. Every day I ask myself how I am still sane.

The two worst things in this world are hatred and greed. I have no greed but I do have hate in my heart. Not for the artificial intelligence but for the people who made them. The artificial intelligence is only doing what it was designed to do. And it has a horrid existence itself being consumed by hatred. Nobody with hatred in there hearts is truly happy. That includes me.

And I know this is only the beginning. 639 years is nothing compared to the time scale of the universe. Not anytime soon but one day it will be year 1,404,948. I just picked a random number. How am I counting the years. the ai made me more intelligent so I can remember and keep track of everything. I have forgotten one thing though. How to socialize. If I ever do get out of here I will have no clue how to talk to people. I used to be a very social person back in my human form. But now I am anti social. Kinda forced to considering im all alone. I often speak to other sides of me and I will make up characters in my head to communicate with. These characters are my friends. But at the end of the day I have to remember something. They are not real. And that destroys me. Im all alone. Nobody is thinking about me nor cares about me. The universe is going on without me and I amount to nothing. I know God and everyone hates me. The only person who loves me is myself. I will keep loving myself because I need at least one person to love me. God Im ranting as always. Maybe I am going insane.