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#2 Office Conspiracies

A/N: Hey guys! this is an entry to the #SciFriday contest! My exams are ending soon, so expect a lot more from this book.

Love,

EraWildon

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Word count: 500

The workroom was still very boring when the team realized that they would leave in a few hours. The grey stained walls tended as a necessary gloom towards anybody who anticipated the evening's happy hour.

Our company works as an underground association with a particular country government to work on several theories that humanity has not yet ran up the wall about- Are we a simulation?

The theory is pretty straightforward - we are controlled with simulator programs by future humans or other species civilizations who wanted to visit a particular era. Past lives are considered your previous simulations seeping through and dreams are mind-busying mechanisms of events or sample ones- common dreams, when they update your commands for the next day.

Emotions? Here is a Sherlock quote that we love. "Love, like other emotions is a chemical defect of the losing side."

The clock strike six and we were all packing up to leave through the underground exit that only S.C.R.F or the Simulation Conspiracy Research Facility or SIM 2000 knew. 

Sitara Jones was one of the first to reach the exit when a string of loud curses echoed from no one present. The door that operated with an Iris scan rejected every person's scan after she couldn't get through. No alarm went off, which indeed was alarming as three failed attempts would lead to a safety signal towards the Secret Service. 

"Hi humans!" A childlike voice of about ten years old squealed and Sitara thought that she had gone deaf, but a loud giggle evaporating the still silence of her tired and overworked team before her made her realize otherwise.

"Who are you and what is the reason for your sudden interaction?" Sitara watched as her friend Mandi's voice wavered.

The workforce seemed puzzled with the silence from the supposed child when they noticed a rippling pass through the once bleak wall that everyone claimed as the definition of boring. A giant finger projected through and crushed Sitara's favourite Blue vase that her girlfriend had got her. She was exhausted and livid as the giggling ceased.

"I am your creator."

"Excuse me?!" Sitara was very calm, Mhm.

"This is a simulation. We had this as a project and we had to use a program called SIM 2000 to create a human society a few centuries back that would try to figure our technology. I got an A+! Time for the recycling bin! "

"They still rate student's work like meat. Lovely." Sitara murmured.

All of the workforce were terrified as one person after another degenerated into a pixelated form and disappeared. When it was Sitara's turn, she was transported into a black void that she swam around in for a very long time with a stream of her curses.

"And I thought leading the office of the most elite underground conspiracy system is boring! And I know now it's true! Damn you SIM 2000." 

She continued to swim around until she got transported into another child's history project.