Game of Life

2: A Genius Creates A World Where All This Goes Away

2: A Genius Creates A World Where All This Goes Away

December 15, 2013; Chicago, Illinois; 7:43AM

I wasn't sure how to make do with my life now that I'd found out everyone in it was a bunch of selfish liars who couldn't tell me where my parents were. All I wanted to know was where they were, I wanted to see their faces. Before anyone suggests that with all the technology we have now, before anyone brings up the fact I could ask for a photograph of my parents, I'd like to add that that's impossible, and I've already attempted to do so.

I was thirteen years old, and I was looking through the Azules' Facebook profiles for my parents names, I had searched their names over a thousand times so that they were the only thing in my search engine for over a year. Profiles of every person I knew and they knew showed up endlessly. But my parents' names never made any of their friends lists, and no amount of searching the top secret government files would bring up their existence. For a while, I was unsure if they were real people.

I went to ask Mrs. Azule for a photo of my mother, and her eyes got sad and she apologised, saying she didn't have any, and that no one did. The topic of their existence was almost always hushed and died down. Eventually, after a few years, you'd give up looking for pictures too. I wanted them to be real with my whole soul. They had to be for me to exist, for me to be like this.

The only thing I was left to do now was continue breathing, walking, and talking. I could pretend I was alright, just like every time I was caught at a police station and the media made a huge deal about it. I picked up my foster sister's phone from her hands and she groaned at me, standing up to walk after me. I looked at what she was reading.

Genius Creates Simulation World Where You Can Choose Your Life

Rex Elmore, a computer genius with the ability to seemingly, do everything, has recently released a game he calls the A.M.O. Project. (L.O.C.K., for Life of Choice Key, as a symbol for the key to a life of your choice) and is currently letting anyone enter to try it out for a limited time!

Elmore has already allowed children with depression, disorders, and disabilities to enter the game and choose the life they can feel content when inside! The game has already become an Internet sensation, and the best part is that he is allowing a handful of people to enter the game to test it out for themselves, and already 1,456,879,098 people have entered their name for drawing. The drawing occurs December 24th, 2013, so we urge you to hurry!

Want to have a chance to get into the game? Click here.

My eyebrows had already shot up in interest. I recognised the name Elmore, as if I'd heard it as a child, in a distant, blurry memory. I could quite put my finger on when, or why, but the colour of the memory, I could detect was red for danger, not for love or happiness - it screamed danger. I pushed the thought away and looked at Sammakea, my sister, curiously.

Sammakea, or Kea, and I were relatively close. We both despised our fame since it gave us no opportunity to have a private life; we talked quite often compared to how much either of us chatted with Damien (who spent more time with interviewers than us.); and we had the same views on almost everything. Out of all the children in the Azule family, Kea and I were by far the closest. Today she wore a floral print dress and a beanie hat, then her signature converse shoes. Her brown hair with bangs that hung just above her eyes and her hipster glasses made her he epitome of Tumblr, to me.

"Would you consider entering?" I asked her curiously, handing her phone back over. "If I could choose literally any other life than this one, believe me... I would." I said, looking distastefully at the much too large mansion that always made me feel like I was on vacation... all the time. Kea sipped her hot chocolate after stuffing her phone in her pocket. I remembered she despised the taste of coffee, so instead she drank hot chocolate, tea, and other hot beverages to replace it.

She nodded and set the cup down on the counter before sitting down on a chair that reminded me of a bar chair. "I agree with you, actually," said Kea, but she didn't look disgusted at what she had, unlike me. I felt slightly insulted by the fact she would swap me for anything else, though I'd basically said the same. "I wonder what the selection process is." she wondered aloud.

"Same here." I agreed. "Do we get to change how we look, do we get to change our genetics?"

"I think the game could either be the greatest thing to ever happen to the human race, or the downfall of us all. I doubt we'd ever be content with our life no matter what we altered." she commented, grabbing a piece of bread and tearing it apart before eating it. "For example, if I hadn't gone through the pain that you could possibly replace me because of how close we were in age, I never would have learned to appreciate the moments people would acknowledge my originality. Now that I realise everyone is different, I realise how different we are, and if someone were to like you better, it wouldn't be because I wasn't good enough. It is a taste in people."

One thing about Kea is that she may be the same age as me, but she is by far wiser than I'll ever be. She was almost always right, even if you weren't anything like her, or you were sure she was going to be wrong, she found a way to be right. As you've seen, I'm pretty sure it's clear she knows the secret of life.

I nodded musingly and almost couldn't find anything to say. I couldn't manage to shake off the fact I'd gotten a dangerous aura off of the name 'Elmore.' I knew for sure I'd have to enter the game. "Do you mind sending me the link to that article?" I asked Kea, who nodded before getting her phone out to send it to me. I heard my phone go off and decided to check it now. "Thanks."

I went to the living room, and picked my phone up off of the coffee table. I opened the message and clicked on the link saying where I could sign up. I let out a sigh and started to fill in the form of entry. I wondered if I could choose to remember my only strength: my parents, and that would be enough to keep me sane in the world instead of losing all of who I was.

As soon as I sent my entry, a picture of Rex Elmore showed up, and suddenly my vision flickered, and I saw his face from below, now unsure of whether or not he was snarling at whoever he was talking to or listening to them talk.

I was pulled back to reality and my phone had already gone to the black rest screen. I estimated the time I'd been zoned out to be about five minutes, and shoved my phone back in my pocket before continuing on with the day as if I wasn't utterly terrified by the memory and wasn't afraid to ever meet Rex Elmore, the man who stood over my infant form with a questionable expression.

Why was he there when I was young in the first place?