Nothing is too real. I've written this many times before, I've realised that it can be proven in more ways than one. Atlas is a spiritual three-dimensional figure. He keeps his books and strange boxes in a basket next to his bed, he likes to consider them as friends-the baby books at least because of the amount of time he has possessed them. The sturdy wood that makes the Belrose Bungalow is red to make it appear as drywall, it seems that the family yearns for a real house. Atlas is too real, he is constantly reading through the same four books by the same person. A woman by the pseudonym Marilyn Mars, Marilyn has a series called " Surrogates to Birth the Empire ", Atlas never actually read the stories. What he had always been reading were the notes Marilyn left in every chapter.
She left newspaper clippings from 1972, 1969, 1993, and even as late in the bombings as 2018. Marilyn left Atlas with the articles about musician's deaths, the strangest cultural scandals, and tiny memoirs of victims of the blackouts in California and Washington. I was merely a nonexistence when the blackouts and bombings began to occur, all of my memories that I could associate with any immediate terror were the attacks on the refugee camps on the Creeks of Canada.
I was only three.
A lot has changed once you are able to sit back and think about it. There are no more musicians, there are no more scandals that can be considered funny or sacred, there are no more memoirs because they were all separated from our side of the world. Though I have remained inside this software I still remain on my side, the people's side.
The united people's side is the side of the Machines.
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The Perplexity Series ▸ Inside
Science FictionIn a cyber-space that should have never existed, Maxine Padavich lives out her life as a dweller in her own peace. On the outside of her virtual reality lies a world overcome by technology and androids, child birth is considered a disease, Mothers a...
