The Simulation- Todsicherer Plan
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Last published Wed, Jan 18, 2023
Nach der Apokalypse Im Jahr 2958 Sind Nur noch ca. 10.000 Überlebende. Davon sind 8000 Menschen in einer Simulation Gefangen. Die Ganze Welt Ist Radioaktiv und Kein Mensch kann dort draußen überleben. Das sagen zumindest die Forscher. Emely, Emil und Paul sind Schon immer Beste freunde. Sie wollen das Gegenteil beweisen. Doch sicher das man bei diesem Plan, aus der Simulation auszubrechen nicht stirbt?
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