I’m not sure how to explain what I saw: five clones in a tank, lifeless, and a man who kept returning to preserve his examinations. All I knew was that he said they had died in an accident. Among them were his father, mother, sister, and older brother. The reality of it all is unclear to me, and I don’t really know what’s happening on Earth. It’s difficult for me to explain, but there were already cloned babies enduring in the laboratory. Someone mentioned that human-like babies were being produced, and personalities were being implanted into each one.
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As for the virus, I can’t say much about it. My knowledge of hackers comes from reading Yassin almost daily and collapsing in the evenings after doing so. I fall asleep quickly afterward and didn’t understand what was happening until I came across images of a man surrounded by numerous monitors. It was said to be an underground monitoring system, but I’m still trying to grasp what occurred there.
There’s an island where people are held captive by an unknown culprit. My only insight came when I judged things too harshly, not understanding how I ended up there. They were hiding, and that’s what I learned.
I find it hard to distinguish between fiction and imagination; I’m convinced by reality and the real-life events that have occurred.
I could cry out in remembrance of what just happened, until I encountered the tale of space and the letters that were sent. I mean, the folders that explain exactly what’s happening, right?
It was a series of chapters that I felt compelled to copy and share with the world, as all my senses have convinced me.
I despise lies.
I detest cheaters.
The tale begins with all that matters from one country where the heartbeat reveals the maze. The rainy code didn’t convince me, so I went to the bathroom, and all I saw was an unknown code streaming from above. It felt surreal because, at that time, I had never spent a day watching any movies, as my entire body, including my brain, was in pain.
I used to watch Netflix, but not for long, and that was when I was with my siblings.
I’m not familiar with spam links. All I remember is spontaneously uttering a word that I still recall after scrolling through all the systems on my device.
I had a severe headache at the time, but everything felt calm, so I cherished that moment.
- (HE) I am Good, Dust Makes Me Sick - 2001 -
"This is the end of the story. I will continue somewhere else. Meet me there." - S3CR3T
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