Sim: III

Prologue: New Start

"What came first? Our ethical thinking, or our logical one?"

It was done. Blood dripped from his knife. Before him lay two bodies. Bodies that were certainly dead. I finally did it. I killed them! His parent's blood dripped from the knife he held. He suddenly felt the weight of what he did. Just thinking of what he had done brought tears to his eyes.

They died for a good cause, he reassured himself. They were only hindering my progression. He used to believe what he was doing was for the greater good. But he began to see past his lies he made to himself. They were all selfish acts. Every person he'd killed, every person he'd cheated, every theft. It wasn't for the greater good.

It was only for himself.

A selfish act. He started to get angry. To what end? And what was his motive? Just for an experiment? Just for his own pleasure? His mind started racing. Maybe it's time he did something he wanted to do a long time ago. Thinking irrationally, he slowly raised the knife to stomach level. His hands shook. He felt queasy. He squeezed his eyes shut. Prepared for the end. Wanted it to end.

But he couldn't.

He took deep breaths. Because of the logical side of him. The side that always prevented him from making mistakes. That forced him to keep a cool head, and never have clouded thoughts.

What has been done is done. He couldn't change anything. Killing himself wouldn't help either. He would just have to live with the guilt of killing his parents for the rest of his life. Or would he...

Dashing into the basement, he took out his "last resort" project. He had never meant for it to come to this. He slowly lowered the helmet like machine onto his head, thinking very carefully. He swallowed and hoped it would work. But before he slipped the helmet on his head, he almost choked on his saliva thinking about the most vital thing he hadn't done yet.

Setting the helmet down carefully, as to not damage it, he put all of his earlier projects into a safe. Locked it. Out of the safe he took out a dusty booklet titled: "Running your super-simulator for dummies". Dusting it off, he placed it in front of his greatest invention. The great super-simulator, which was running off 2 supercomputers. All running with his algorithm coded line by line. The invention that would have made him famous, except for one problem. His perfectionism was his only obstacle. He always found a flaw, and even if it were the tiniest, such as an unloaded part in the simulation, made him rethink the entire idea of publishing it. So he mostly used it in his free time for entertainment. But it would have to do. He powered up his machine. He stepped back to admire his somewhat impressive invention. It started to glow red and white, as it turned on. That action had a feeling of finality. Before forgetting, he adjusted the settings. He set 'god mode' off, and 'timeline consume' on.

He was ready.

He sat down on a chair and equipped the helmet. This is the right thing to do. To wash away his guilt. To have a fresh beginning. He smiled, wondering what new experiences he would make in his world. It's about time to have a new beginning. He pressed the button and forgot t-