What short science fictions do you remember?
A wealthy writer with a heavy hemorrhoid disease who wanted to find a dream lover had been dating for several years but was hard to find. Until one day, the director of Dark Tech found him and said to him that we could help you find a perfect lover, but in exchange for half of your life.
A rich writer signed an agreement, and in a few days a woman claiming to be a dream came to him.
The writer found that this dream girl, whether she’s physical, physical, mental or character, is as perfect as he came from his dream, and it fits his preferences.
So, the rich writer and the dream had a happy life. But with the delay, the writer began to discover that there was a great secret in the dream, a secret that left him extremely upset…
I. Object
— Is it possible that we can’t find the other half of our lives and then we’ll all live together?
— Peter Bax, Mathematics Lecturer at the University of Warwick, England, published a paper entitled “Why I don’t have a girlfriend” after three years of emotional vacancies. In this strange study, he used a famous mathematical formula, the Drake equation (N = R* x Fp x Ne x Fi x Fc x L). This formula was initially used to estimate the probability of the presence of alien life. When he used this formula to target the population, he found that only one in 285,000, or 0.00034 per cent, would find a suitable partner.
I don’t know.
When I was in the garden of the back of the Old Fort-O, my head was still swirling around the big news sites, the questions and questions community’s chords about love issues, like coffee sugars scattered around the corner of a small round table, piled up in the shape of a glass-cracked horse.
The old retrophagus record was accompanied by a fragrance of coffee fragrances of just 200 square metres in a narrow space, and the low-temperature BWV853 of the E-Bach “Twelve-Eight-Eight-Eight-Eight-Eight-Eight-Eight-Eight-Eight-Eight-Eight-Eight-Eight-Eight-Eight-Eight-Eight-Eight-Eight-Eight-Eight-Eight-Eight-Eight-Eight-Eight-Eight-Eight-Eight-Eight-Eight-Eight-Eight-Eight-Eight-Eight-Eight-Eight-Eight-Eight-Ether-Eight-Eight-Ether-Ether-Ether-Ether-Eight-Eight-Eight-Ether-Eight-Eight-Eight-Eight-Eight-Eight-Eight-Eight-Eight-Eight-Eight-A-Eight-E-A-Eight-E
Most of the people I know say that I have a coercive disease, and then I will correct them and tell them that the correct term is forced thinking.
I’ve also been told I’m a perfectist, and I prefer that.
I’ve been a perfectist, a detailedist since I remember. The cupboards in the cupboard must be lined up according to a high and low sequence, must follow the floor bricks, must wash hands with a little dust on their fingers, and keep looking at the cell phone at meetings for fear of a call, and must not be more than a second longer than the schedule. This pains me, but it also gives me more patience and focus than others.
But that’s why…
I wasn’t in a relationship until I was 30.
Remember when I had my first date, this was how I spoke to the person I was seeing:
I: What’s your last name?
She: I believe in Buddha.
Then, this is my date.
On the second date, she was a talented woman from a high school school, and I met her at once, and I was in touch with her, and I talked with her.
And I: The mountains of the sound sighs.
She: “The middle of the sea.”
We: Three parts of the moon and night.
She: The wind gathers in the sun.
I said, “You don’t even know about Seo-cong’s “Remember State”? The next sentence of the month after tomorrow’s night should read: “The half-breed is Yangzhou.” She:
Then we split up again.
The third time we’re in love, we’re a great girl, but we still don’t agree.
I: Who do you prefer, Jamu and Sutter?
She: Of course it’s Camu. A water bottle and the gladiators are handsome! That’s my childhood god! By the way, did you read “The Battle of God”?
I:
Then, after leaving the coffee shop that day, I never saw her again.
And then I met all kinds of women, and I’ve been with them, and I’ve been with them, and I’ve tried to be with them, but I’ve never seen them.
Over time, my thoughts about finding the other half of my life’s ideals have been lost, and over the years, among the women I’ve been with, I’ve been in love with, I’ve been either luxuriant, I’ve been naked, I’ve never understood life, I’ve been false, I’ve been rude, I’ve been self-righteous…
Every human being has more or less of some inaccuracies or shortcomings that are hard to ignore, either from their physical appearance or from their personality, which may not be remarkable for ordinary people, but for me, like the dung that drops in the corner of a car window, may not necessarily affect the car, but may be unbearable.
I’m a novelist, and when I was almost 30 years old after my school year, I’ve written dozens of pieces, and I’ve spent five years of my life winning the nebula prize for a minister’s science fiction. Now I have a series of comics, games, video and animations, all of which are estimated to be close to 1 billion, and all of which are expected to have a profit of almost 100 billion, and I have also established my own cultural company, which is an influential figure in the blogosphere.
But perhaps it’s because I’m too obsessed with pursuing an absolutely perfect partner from the inside to the inside, and it’s becoming more and more difficult for me to find in the real world a woman who can really touch her soul…
I have thought of ending this lonely and lonely life, which has been repeatedly and repeatedly tormented by forced thinking, but the irritation and thirst from the depths of my soul have often led me to think, to think, to think, to think, to think, to think, to think, to think, to think, to live a perfect person that is hard to find.
Until the day of my thirtieth birthday, when I once again enjoyed my lonely birthday in a coffee shop that I had to go to every week, a strange e-mail broke my peaceful single life.
The e-mail was sent by the General Manager of Dark Technologies. I’ve never heard of this company before, but I was asked:
This strange letter touched the softest part of my heart, and, of course, struck my curiosity deeply.
I couldn’t help but ask:
I didn’t expect a reply less than a minute after I sent it:
My heart for perfect love finally strung up again in a few days, and I replied immediately:
“What’s the price?”
“I’m afraid this will require a meeting before we can go further. I’m sorry.
“That’s good. I can work with you. I’m sorry.
Three minutes later, they sent me an address with a reply:
Three days later, I drove all alone to the headquarters of the Dark Tech company, and I was somewhat disappointed that the company did not have the curtain wall that I had in mind for the future, more like a slightly larger terminal logistics warehouse.
“I’m sorry, the new company, it’s a little tight. The money was invested in technology and research, so there was little left to do with the renovation. “When I got off, David, my general manager, said something embarrassing.
I look up at some poor, old, “storage” companies and ask:
When I asked, David had a proud light in his eyes, he cleared his throat and said:
“Fantasy Technology”?
“In short, it’s about making technology a reality that only exists in science fiction. David smiled, “Just like Mr. Mask, the founder of Tesla.” Of course, our company has only just begun, and many of the technologies are not commercially available at the trial stage. And … some of our technologies, to be honest, have been resisted in both government and academic circles because they have a little ethical implications. That is why we have to keep a low profile and, as a result, there are financial constraints. I’m sorry.
“What’s wrong with your technology? I frowned.
David’s in a hurry to shake his head.
I hesitated for three seconds and noded my head:
“Well, then. I’m sorry.
David noded his head and took a red candy out of his pocket and delivered it to me.
I looked at David with a little mistrust, and David saw the way I questioned it, and he took out a box of pills and took one of them out of my belly with my eyes closed. I finally swallowed the pills he gave me after a little reflection.
And then David took me into their company’s technology show, and he showed me a series of amazing super-era technologies. These categories of scientific and technological products are comprehensive, some of them only at the research and development stage, but they are enough to give me a whole range of thoughts about how these technologies can change our lives and even our ways of survival in the future when they are put on the market.
At the end of the tour, David told me everything he had mentioned in his e-mail about finding the perfect lover for me.
When I heard the plan, only two words appeared in my heart:
Crazy.
“This is your idea! “I can’t believe it.
“Yes,” David said, “I think it is possible to try our technology only for someone like you who is so mad at absolute ideal love. I’m sorry.
I frowned a little, and I said,
“Money is not the biggest cost, and the costs can be paid even after you are satisfied with our services. David says, “The biggest cost of this is your life. If we want to do the most, we need to learn a lot of life, and you need to pay half of your life for this perfect lover. Will you? According to our computer, you can still live 60 years of natural life, that is, you will spend almost 30 years of your life. I’m sorry.
I looked seriously at David, and I watched his face get serious and careful, and my mind was flying.
I ended up nodding my head in various places, saying:
For the most perfect love in the world, what’s the end of decades?
It’s better to live a life in peace than to experience a perfect love that is unique to all while young!
David finally laughed again. He held my hand and said:
Partners
I went back to my place after signing an agreement with Dark Tech. Over the next week, I have been trying so hard to remember the details of my experience at Dark Tech’s headquarters, but unfortunately, apart from the terms promised in the agreement, I can hardly remember what I saw at Dark Tech, or how my half of my future life was taken away.
I spent a week in a long-awaited and restless mood.
Then another weekend.
On this weekend afternoon, I arrived at my favorite fragrance, in my favorite corner, to taste coffee with the smell of Colombian trees while waiting for my long-awaited dream lover to appear.
I am disappointed, however, that I have not seen the “soul mate” in the country for four hours after I watched the couple go in and out until the evening.
Looking out of the window at the dark clouds that were gathering in the sky and looking at the rain, I knew that it was pointless to wait, and then I rose up to the door of the cafe.
And as soon as I walked out of the door, I suddenly felt a shock in my brain, as if the West was going to fall in the wrong place, and suddenly fell before me, blowing up a new shining world like magic.
It was a woman standing quietly under the roof of the Cafe, looking up at the roof of the sky, which was cloudy, and the long hair of her waist covered with thin rain bells, as if the drapes were falling in pieces, sliding along the smooth and smooth side of her hair, falling a bit of water on the earth, spreading out of the sky, and hitting the heart.
The woman wears a white dress, which is written in a knack of Wang Yang-ming’s “The Temple of the City of Censorship”: “The sun and the moon shall be light and the rain shall be light.” “It’s as if the shadow of the rain falls on the skirts and it’s a natural condensation.”
I didn’t even see her face, just the background, I knew it, it was her.
I do not know how she came, as if she had come along with the wind, as if a drop of rain had unwittingly sprung out of the sky, as if she had passed through endless times, as if she had just stood in a gap of static time, as if the sea of her heart had been taken over by her, or as if she had been a part of a part of my heart.
I’ve been in contact with a few women, and yet again I feel ashamed. I went up like a helpless child until I stood up with her and asked,
I can’t even look at her, and I’m a little afraid that when she turns to me, some of the expectations in my heart will fade away.
When she heard my question, she finally spoke in the rain, using a voice of joy as if it could reach the soul:
“Why be afraid?” Your body is water, your body is water, and the whole world is water, but your thin skin separates them, and you forget your nature? I’m sorry.
She’s only got my mind in a moment. God, it’s so ideological, so artistic, I’ve never met a woman like that! My heart starts to move, my soul starts to scream.
I finally had the courage to look at her side of the face, but what I didn’t realize was that she had just improved her face, and that moment I saw her face, and then again, my brain was almost dead.
There was only one word in my mind: “This is a good thing, a good one.” I’m sorry.
Yeah, it’s like from the deepest part of my brain… Even the deepest of the genes… …or even aesthetics excavated at the deepest depth of the soul, and the woman in front of her is so beautiful, yet so reverent, and every single piece of her form of dignity cuts into the most moving part of my heart, as if a perfect, faith-like existence, hidden in some dust deep in my brain before I was born, suddenly for real.
If Kandeh offers a synthetic judgment, then her present is aesthetic.
If a key opens a lock, then she is the gold key that precisely opened the aesthetic lock inside me.
Beauty can no longer describe her, I can describe her, but impeccably.
“Yes,” I couldn’t help but laugh, and I couldn’t help but look at her long, thin, lush, and I couldn’t help but say, “Fear of the rain, it’s just a fake flower. I’m sorry.
She smiled as if she was able to move the fresh water fog of Memory:
By way of words, she accidentally reached out her hand and gently pushed the wet hair on the side of her cheek into her ear, a simple and natural move that caused me to lose half my soul.
I suddenly realized I was in love with her.
“Can I ask your name? I ask myself: “You’re such an interesting person and I suddenly think that maybe we can make a friend. I’m sorry.
She smiled unsavoryly:
I think she’s right, even to me.
So I didn’t ask her for her name, just the way she was called.
Of course, when I talk to someone about her, I’ll use the term “dream.”
Dreams, short for lovers in dreams.
Soon I’ll be in love with the dream. At first, I suspected that it was just a professional actor hired by Dark Tech, but as the time went up with the dream, I got rid of it.
Because dreams are so “professional” that they’re more than just actors can do. Everything I know, it’s like a dream. I’ve got all my hobbies, all my dreams. My way of doing things and even the details of my life are the same. And what I hate, and what she hates. We’ll talk about Malebrons together, Fish, Charmus. We’ll use the topic “Indirectly hysterical paralytic paralytics” as the starting point of the story, and we’ll let the thought fly and spread the topic to the poisons that were produced by the mixing of leaded tablets and bean brandy in Dorothy Sayes’ “Drunk Murder.”
We will also talk together about the history of music, the lyric of greed and ancient Greeks, the Avlos tube, and the evolution of instruments such as Kisarán from a simple single melody to a medieval hymn.
We’re in a strange agreement with our favorite painters and paintings, and we’re all in a good mood to inspire a lot of Van Gogh’s creative genius painters to sing the song and his “Turkmen House.”
Of course, in our favorite film, we have no differences, and we both love the French film Red Balloon and the perfect waiting and meeting. Together, we listen to the 12 Averages of Türk over and over again in a romantic midnight, or the fine movie formula of White Wild Horse, Mirror, Night, Dream Life, Mordon Times, Mr. Yuro’s Holiday.
And I do not think that the dream is a display of great interest in what I love on purpose, and that she truly loves what I love, and that she has a very unique and high taste in it.
Because I’m an extremely impeccable and perfectist, and I’ve studied everything, and I’ve tried to know everything. I know everything, I know everything, I know everything, I know everything, I know everything, I know everything, but I can’t keep up with it. I’m surprised that her evaluation of those things is so close to what I really think, and even at times, her awareness of art is above me.
She was so perfect, so flawless, so fine, so crazy, so she made me love, so indifferent, so I realized that she was the whole meaning of my life, I was born for her, and I survived for her.
How can there be such a perfect person in this world? So resonated with my soul, so deeply embedded in my mind, so close to my life.
More importantly, she’s a woman. As a male creature, I need a natural partner most.
Three months after I met her, I couldn’t wait to ask her to marry me.
But I was rejected by her.
“Why?” When I saw her reply on her cell phone, I was crying all over my cheek, “I love you so much, I want to be with you forever, you’re so perfect, so close to my soul, so good to me, so much to me, so much to me, so much to me, so much to me, so much to me, so much to me, so much to me, so much to me, so much to me, so much to me, so much to me, so much to me, so much to me, so much to me, so much to me, so much to me, and so much to me, so much to me, so much to me, so much to me, so much to me, so much to me, and so much to me, so much to me. I even felt that this would be part of the world’s worst! I’m sorry.
“You listen to me patiently, darling. “Do you know the essence of marriage? The essence of marriage is a contract, a paper-based agreement between a man and a woman for fear of betrayal and loss, but do we still need that contract? I’m sorry.
And We were reminded, and the tears that were running out of them stopped.
“I promised to be with you. The dream says, “Always together.” We take care of each other, have hearts and hearts, and we are all one, like bodies and shadows. I’m sorry.
That moment, watching her reply, I cried.
That’s it. We’re going together without a marriage.
Because an ugly marriage certificate requiring testimony from a third party would only tarnish our perfect love.
Although only three months have been known, our feelings have been perfect to the point where there is no possibility of rebellion or abandonment.
Because I can’t even imagine where she would find a man like me who’s so high in thought, learning, aesthetic, love if she left me. She must feel so lonely, so lonely, so empty, as if half of her life had been lost.
Yes, she will.
I’m sure of that, because I am.
Although there was no wedding, we also had a unique “wedding ceremony” that belonged to both of us, and on the evening that decided to hold the champion’s life, I set off all the red hydrogen balloons that I had bought earlier in the city and, with the dreams, sent them through the clouds until they disappeared into the shadows of the evening.
And then for some time, it was the happiest time of my life. I’m living with a dream partner, and everything I have is her, and everything she has is mine, and we don’t know each other.
For me, nothing is better than to wake up every morning, to see the beauty of the dream that lies next to me and the same fog that just opened my eyes.
And at that moment the sun lit her clear eyes, as if there were bells on her eyelashes, and she rolled.
Every time I look at this scene, I can’t help but feel how lucky I am to have met her in my life.
But the more I love dreams, the more I want to know about her past. I began to become more curious about her background, and what was the experience that made her so perfect today?
I want to know urgently. In previous times, I had never been told in detail of her past, even if it was an occasional mention, but it was nothing more than a dragonfly. That’s even more my curiosity.
I want to know everything about her, I want to know everything about her, I want to know everything about her, I want to be her complete, unreserved.
But I just came up with the idea that she had a mind-reading mind, knew my mind immediately, and touched my chest, laughing and saying to me:
It’s a dream request, but it sounds more like a warning to me.
At first, I accepted her request with pleasure, and for a long time I did not question her more about the past.
But over time, as my love for her became deeper and deeper, my forced thinking began to torment me, driving me madly to know the past of my dreams and to know the fields I still do not know.
I began to try to hit her on the side, began to explore in secret, but she was always able to easily understand my intentions and then to ease my further inquiries, which was a great disappointment to me.
With the passage of time, years passed, my curiosity and yearning for the birth of a dream was about to become my demon and my consciousness.
I can’t hold on any longer, especially after I’m aware of some strange things about dreams.
First, she had no identity card and no driver ‘ s license. Her social record is blank. I used to send people in secret to ask about my dream, but I found it false to tell me where I was born, to school, to travel places. I find it odd that she has no real family, no real classmates, no real colleagues, no real friends, and that she has not left a trace elsewhere in society, except for having had an intersection with my life.
Secondly, dreaming seems to be mind-reading, and she can always see through my heart, no matter what I think, she seems to be able to understand it first. Even when she had a fever in the hospital and couldn’t move her hands or feet, she could look me in the eye and knew what I wanted to eat the first time, whether it was Sydney or the car, and I didn’t even have to say anything, and she could buy it for me, and it must have been carefully chosen and in line with my best taste. When I wanted to go to the bathroom, I didn’t even have to talk, she came up to help me. When I want to watch TV, she’ll get the remote. Of course, she took good care of me and made me feel that she cared and cared for me. But this seems to have gone beyond the physiology level, but it’s a little scary.
It is a feeling of unknown fear brought about by a lack of coordination.
So, after that fever, I called about Dark Tech.
But the only answer I get from them is the same as what dreams once told me:
I asked each other why. But they did not give much explanation.
This almost drives me crazy.
Why would I lose her if I knew where my dream came from?
What is her secret?
Is she a transnational spy? Is she really a plasticist? Or is she actually a robot?
A robot?
I suddenly got a little chilly thinking about that.
If dreams are really robots, how can I prove them?
After reflection, I finally made my request to dream on a starly night:
I thought the dream would be rejected or hesitated, but what I didn’t know was that she accepted.
Finally, it was me who chose to retreat.
Because I fear that the child, the third person, will only diminish our feelings. She’ll put more emotions into the kids and not care for me.
And it was not until that moment that I realized that I still loved the dream. My love for her is so seamless, unreserved and not even for the next child.
And that’s when I began to reflect. How lucky I was to be in a dream.
Although I know there’s always something behind this dream, it’s natural, real, pure, she’s not an artificial plastic girl, she’s not an actor who laughs at me over and over again, and I’ve had enough to live with it.
But while I have convinced myself, at the level of reason, and even in curiosity, to overcome it, I still feel that there seems to be something missing between me and my dream, and between me and her, something that seems to be called an improvement or a flower. It has nothing to do with the child, it has nothing to do with sexuality, and it should be something much more dramatic.
After a long period of thinking, I suddenly realized that, while my heart and my dream had been very flat, the feelings between me and her seemed like there was no real wind or wave, and it seemed as if there was nothing left to draw.
Of course, what I didn’t think was that the wind would come so quickly, so suddenly.
III. Distress
For the fifth year I’ve known each other in my dreams, because I’ve been busy with my career, my company has been crushed and closed down by rivals, and I have borrowed money to support the dead wood, and I can’t finally save the building, or even pay the debt that may not last for 10 years.
And on the day of the company’s collapse, Dark Tech sent me an e-mail, saying that because they predicted that I was no longer able to pay for the contract, cooperation with me would be terminated.
Dreams, will leave me.
Forever.
That moment, I watched the e-mail as if it were a death sentence.
And at that very moment, I suddenly realized with great clarity that it was not my talent, not my mind, not my temper, but my assets that had sustained my feelings and dreams over the past five years.
Lost my wealth and my other virtues were nothing but self-deception.
On the night before the payment day, my villa was filled with people who smoked and moved to the stool and surrounded my house, and I knew that, once I walked out the door, they would face their relentless coercion and infinity.
I am already broke at this time, and even if every organ of me is cut off and sold, it will not be one-tenth of the debt owed.
What do I do? What do I choose?
I was sweating and rushing to close the windows and my back to the wall, and I was breathing.
Maybe this is my end.
A worse end than a nightmare.
At that moment, I remembered a dream in front of a snow and white wall.
But the night before receiving the e-mail from Dark Tech, the dream had disappeared.
She’s the only reason I’m alive. But now that she has gone, I have no reason to live in the face of debt that will drown me.
So I found the ropes in the closet of my room, surrounded by chandeliers, and the layers were condensed to create a rope that would accommodate my neck.
But as soon as I reached my head into the rope, the door of my room exploded, and I turned my head wrongly, and I saw the door of my bedroom being gently pushed and then a woman in police uniform walked into my room.
It’s a dream.
“Do you want to end your life like this? Isn’t there anything in this world that you’ll ever have left behind? * The sound of tender joy enters my mind and gives my soul a boost *
“How did you…”
I was shocked to see a dream in a police uniform, but the dream was a silent gesture, and the sound was down:
I looked at her, but the dream had jumped on the bed, and she untied the rope around my neck, and I watched her with my hand in her hand, running all the way out of the bedroom, down the stairs, through the hall, and then put on false shackles and walked out of the door of the villa.
The debt collectors, who had already blocked the doors outside the villa, had come together, but had been discharged from their dreams, where they had found two friends and a police car to act with her, but so I got in a police car and disappeared in the curses of countless debtors.
There are many words in my heart that I want to ask about dreams, but not long after I left my villa, it seems that many of the debtors have learned the trick of dreams and have come after them for long.
“I’ll dump them and wait for me at the pier. “The dream gave me a predefined address and then found a hidden corner to put me down. Then she and her friends drove a police car as a bait to guide the debt collectors in the rear in the wrong direction.
I’m worried about the safety of the dream, but I don’t have any other option today, and I can only trust the dream plan, although I don’t know anything about her plan.
Half an hour later, I arrived at the address of my dream, an abandoned dock. I waited silently for a dream in a abandoned boat at the dock.
But for two hours, I didn’t wait for the dream. I didn’t get a dream text until the day passed.
After that, the dream broke my connection.
Until five days later, a morning covered with fog, and the dream appeared before me as scheduled.
It’s like a fog coming out of a painting. Mirrored and Zenna’s body is immersed in a smell that does not belong to the world.
I see my dream again at this moment, and my mood is so complex. I was thinking about the e-mail that Darktech gave me. As promised, the dream should leave me, but why is she back?
“Why did you come back? I asked. “I got an e-mail from Dark, they said…”
“They say I’m not coming back, do they? “The dream smiled and asked:
“Yeah…” I nod.
“But I want to come back. And the dream came up and held my hand and said, “I snuck out. Let’s go together. I’m sorry.
I looked at her in the eye:
Dreaming about it, saying:
“A lifetime”?
“Yeah,” the dream held my hand gently and laughed, “A lifetime.” I’m sorry.
I smiled, I held her in my arms and whispered in her ear:
As a result, in the early morning of that fog, I, along with my dream, snuck out of the dock with a small, worn-out fishing boat to an unknown island.
On the way, I didn’t ask much about my dream. I don’t know who she is, I don’t know the specific relationship with Dark Tech, and I don’t know how she found her best friend and pretended to be a cop to save me.
But I am grateful to her for her presence at the most desperate of my life and for giving me the light to live.
Looking back at the exciting scene when we ran away from the debt collectors together, I felt that there was a rush of blood in my heart, and that really seemed to be the most exciting moment of my life.
At that moment, when I stood on the boat with my dreams and looked at the white fog around me, I felt I had found the way to life.
I suddenly felt that a gap in my mind had been filled over the years.
I’ve always been in love with my dreams, but behind this madness, I’ve always kept a little bit of self-obsessed sense of reason in my innermost corner, and that voice of reason kept me awake. The dream was only a love I paid for, and I met her, and she was not a true love and attraction. She came to me because of my position and my success, not because of my inner world, not because I happen to be me.
The moment when the lingering doubt in my heart finally dissipated, I felt that my love for dreams was truly full.
We lived on that beautiful and quiet island for two years. Dreams are richer than I thought, I don’t know her family background, but all the necessary purchases on the day of life on the island are made with her black card. Her black Kari is as if she was spending an inexhaustible amount of money, and we are free from fear and great in peace and happiness in the day we live on the island.
It was only two years later, when the voices of my debt collectors were much smaller, that I did not sneak out again. After two years of sanctification, my heart is calmer and steady, and I have seen the world well. I am no longer obsessed with the grotesque, pompous and platinumist monetary society, and with the child-playing mentality, I borrowed identity cards from a friend who used to be good and reopened a financial account, and then dreamt of giving me a modest but sufficient investment to entertain myself.
I used this money to make options. With my perfect personality and mind, the first option trade gives me 10 times more. But I am not lost in my own blind investment, but rather in my unsatisfied posture, taking the time to enter financial markets.
On the outside, I find myself in a better position to look at the simple thinking of those who are trapped in financial and capital distress. I have a more precise judgment and understanding of humanity.
In a case of public outrage over the sudden death of an employee as a result of heavy overtime work on a shopping platform, the electricity company stock was sold wildly by the public, and I went up and bought it, and I made a big profit again.
When I was away from the world, I was able to grasp more accurately the cold and ruthlessness of capital. For the public, they would sell stocks angryly because the electrician has no humane, high-intensity overtime system, but for the capitalist, they would only see the horrid corporate cultural cohesion and strong market competitiveness of the electrician company, but rather would buy the stock madly, with the electrician’s stock rising.
With my precision in financial markets, my assets quickly began to grow rapidly, in just one year, and I returned to the business world in a shining gesture that shocked everyone.
Two years of sobering observation of current social events and careful reflection on myself have given me the technology to flip the Golden Sea. Finally, I set up the first cultural mall in the country, where it is no longer a physical product, but a purely personal virtual product. Novels, essays, live broadcasts, videos, cartoons, and hands-on… I broke down the barriers between “authors” and “stores” and allowed each author to open a shop based on the fantasy universe in his head and to sell the fantasy world in his heart. Cultural comptoirs, though not larger than real malls, are also growing rapidly because of their adaptation to the times. And finally, I became the first cultural businessman in the country, and the creator of an IP that holds countless works, even several times as successful as I did before I fell.
And I am able to do that, and the people I should be most grateful to are still with me. She has no power over me, and she is my best help, and when I am tired, I leave my business to her, and she is able to continue initiatives and do what I think best. There’s a dream in there, I feel like I’ve got more hands.
But with my second time in the business world, my curiosity about the life of my dream finally rekindled. I wonder where she comes from with this extraordinary ability to manipulate, to control, to run, to manage, to execute, to communicate. She knows everything, she knows everything, she doesn’t even need me to teach her.
Where did she come from?
I have begun to rediscover my dream life, and, of course, my heart has always been full of contradictions and self-responsibility.
This complex and ambivalent sentiment has been on my mind for a long time, until one day when one of my managers put in front of me a picture of a dream naked and another man hugging him, my hidden snake finally broke out.
I can’t believe it’s true. I doubt it’s a coincidence, a woman who looks very similar to her dreams.
But I know it’s just self-deception, because how many girls can be close to the perfect look of a dream?
Reason tells me that dreams are not the kind of people who would betray me because of lust, and I believe that no man in this world can be more suitable for dreams than I am. However, in the face of the same facts as iron, my jealousy began to steal and forced me to pursue it.
I paid a private detective to spy on dreams, especially on some of her unexpected moves, such as… secretly dating a man.
In the first few weeks, the detective didn’t find anything unusual. But as time passed, one photo after another came to my desk.
In each picture, there was a dream and a couple of men dating in private. It’s either a dream in a strange man’s car or a dream in a unknown corner to meet a young man I don’t know.
Moreover, there have been several dream meetings with people who are not regular.
It makes me feel worse. But I’m afraid to question my dreams.
I’m afraid it’s all just a misunderstanding. And once the dream knows I’m doubting her, there may be a gap in trust between us, and then the emotional bond that I have so easily built with her will break apart.
I know I shouldn’t doubt my dreams, the ultimate woman who once gave me encouragement and help in the most difficult moments of my life, but my forced thinking tortures me every single night.
So, after countless turns, I finally decided to explore the dream once.
On our anniversary of our marriage, I suddenly made my thoughts about my dream:
But what I didn’t realize was that this time, the dream turned me down.
This is probably the first time that we’ve known each other in years that she and I disagree.
“I’m a little tired too. I don’t think global travel is right for us anymore, and we’re doing fine. I’m in favour of you leaving the business world, but I don’t want to travel around the world. I’m sorry.
“But I really want to go. I said, “I want you to agree with me. Didn’t we always agree? I’m sorry.
A smile in the dream and a small steak with a fork.
I looked carefully at the dream and looked at the helpless and familiar smile on her face.
At that moment, I suddenly felt she wasn’t so perfect.
For the first time in my heart, there was a real crack in that perfect and perfect goddess.
Of course, I finally promised her not to start our world tour.
But the next day, I felt the perfect breakdown of the dream.
She’s getting more mysterious and more volatile.
At first, she might not disappear for another month. But then she disappeared every two or three weeks. Later on, she disappeared as often as once a week.
At first, I was able to endure her inexplicable departure, after all the years of emotional bond that had accumulated between me and her. But then, finally, I couldn’t bear her mysterious disappearance. Especially when I get pictures of her meeting with other men many times, I feel like a laser knife cutting.
I don’t want to take it any longer.
I want to show off.
I want to know even if the truth I’ve got may be like a nightmare.
So, after a sunny midday, I came to the cafe where we first met.
There, I intend to tell her my deepest doubts.
“There’s something I want to ask you. * At the round table in the corner of the café, while I hand over my coffee to the dream, I open my mouth. *
“Want to ask me where I’ve been disappearing for some reason? * When I ask my inner question, the dream begins, and I’m surprised. *
My hands were shaking a little, and coffee was spilling out.
“Can you give me an answer? I implorely ask, “Even if it’s just a false answer.” I don’t want to hold back my instincts. I’m sorry.
♪ Dreams and smiles ♪
“You say.” I hold my breath.
“If I tell you the answer, you’ll lose me forever. Will you accept that? She asks:
My breath is starting to turn up:
“Assuming. “Assuming that’s the truth.” You know my secret, you lose me. Will you take that? I’m sorry.
I held my dream hand tight and said:
“Well, tell me first who’s gonna take you away. Why did you leave? I do not believe that there is force in this world that can easily take away the woman whom I love most, a man of great influence. Or are you a spy? You’re a criminal? Or are you a robot? I love you even if you are a spy, a criminal, even a robot! Even if you’re a psycho, you’re a killer, my heart will never change for you! Forever! I’m sorry.
The dream shook her head, her face turned bitter, and she rekindled, saying:
“Is someone coming to get you?” I said, “Well, I can hire a lot of bodyguards to protect you, or I can take you far away, anywhere in the world! I’m sorry.
“No, I won’t. “No one will come after me.” When the truth is known, no one will stand in the way of us continuing together. Everything’s just your choice. But I can assure you, you will regret it. I’m sorry.
“What are you trying to say? “I cried out in pain.
But dreams only smile.
And finally, I held the wrist of my dream even harder, and said, “Well, then.” I know there’s a drug at Dark Tech that he can make people lose their memory for the last few hours, and you tell me your secret, and if I regret it after I know your secret, then I’ll take it, erase it, and then make a video warning me to make the same mistake in the future. I’m sorry.
When you hear me, the dream laughs more mysteriously.
She took out her cell phone and lit a video and turned the screen towards me.
I can’t believe it’s me.
I was crying all over the video, and he held his cheek with his hands in pain, and turned to the video and said:
“The future of me, now that you’ve taken the medicine, lost the memory of knowing her. But in the future, at some point in the future, you will again want to know the truth about her because of your inner curiosity. I ask you, and I warn you, don’t look into it. I regret now, and I regret very much, that the pain inside me at this moment cannot be described in words I have lost her forever. Forever … so, please, don’t ask her for her true identity. That’s how you spend every day with her without knowledge and happiness. Ignorance is the greatest happiness. I’m sorry.
Then, in the video, I, in pain, closed my eyes and swallowed a white pill.
I’m familiar with the color and shape of that pill.
This is certainly the “forgotten medicine” of Dark Technologies.
Of course, it’s just the first video.
After that, the dream gently moved her fine finger and turned on four videos.
In every video, I, my appearance, my dress and my background have changed slightly, but their faces are consistent with pain and regret, and their lines are strangely consistent.
“Please don’t try to find out who she is.”
“My future, live with her, don’t know her… She’s the most perfect woman in the world, so don’t ruin it.”
“Please, I know that when you see this video, there must be some doubt in your heart. But please, cut off your curiosity. In any case, try to control your curiosity and eliminate your desire for knowledge. I’m sorry.
“…”
I was in one video after another, in an almost creepy way, reminding me, warning me, even threatening me.
My body is covered in cold and fear, and I feel cold and cold from the soles of my feet, and all over my body is a delicate and solid goosebump.
When I looked up to my dream again, her face was still filled with an impudent and gentle smile as if nothing had happened.
But there was a thorn in my heart that made me hold my heart, and that made me no longer able to look at dreams with the eyes of the past.
Perhaps I can delude myself into being uninformed, or create a whole bunch of processist arguments to convince myself that it is not important to tell myself that it is only the process of life.
But it’s not gonna melt.
“Seeing this… do you want to know the truth? * Dreams turn to my head and laugh and ask *
“Don’t rush to answer. “Think about how many times you’ve done the same thing in the past.” I’m sorry.
I want to stop and just look at the dream.
That moment, my heart was so cold.
IV. The truth
I haven’t talked about dreams for a while. However, the dream still leaves frequently, and in the end he leaves for at least two days a week, and the time she and I spent together is like a week at work, as if only the two days she left were her rest day.
Did she stop loving me? After all these years together, is she tired?
My heart is full of suspicion, but my dreams are still as good as when I first met her, and she’s still in love with me, and she’s still in agreement with me about all the deep thoughts of the ages and beyond, and she’s still in agreement with me, and the resonance that comes from the depths of the soul remains.
But behind the backs of this resonance, I’m always in the middle of an inexplicable fear that one day the dream will suddenly leave me and that perhaps she might have had such a soul with other men in secret, but is it still meaningful that she is not my patent for my emotions?
The resonance from the temple of the heart and the depth of the soul is truly so beautiful, so sacred, as if there were two male and female dancers who skating on the ice, whose rhythm was so symmetrical, and whose movements were so comprehensible, whose goal was so united, their graceful footsteps were as high as their beautiful ice waltzes on a smooth land. At that moment, their eyes were only on each other. At that moment, there was only two of them and no third person in the world who could penetrate them. That was the end of the world for both of them.
The emotional resonance between me and the dream has reached that good, or at least once.
The better, the more afraid to lose.
I’ve learned that deeply.
Some say true love is letting go.
But I don’t think so. True love doesn’t have to let go, nor need to possess. Rather, either side leaves each other and feels that life is meaningless and that any opposite sex other than the other — or being together — is simply a waste of time, tarnishing one’s own life and consuming its own years.
But this beautiful feeling is gradually collapseing, gradually disintegrating, gradually disintegrating, gradually disintegrating, and it is beginning to become luxury and precious…
In order to preserve the precious time I spent with the dream, I made many secret contacts with Dark Tech, and I asked myself:
But the answer given to me by Dark Tech was deeply disappointing:
“Is there no other way?” I asked. “Let her walk away from me and never leave me again? Not a day goes by, not even an hour without a minute? I’m sorry.
Dak Tech answered me and said:
I hesitated.
Finally, my response to Dark Tech is to give me time to think about it.
Until three months later, when the frequency of the dream away from me became two days later, and my detective gave me yet another picture of the dream meeting with other men in private, I couldn’t bear it anymore.
“Even if it were only two years, I’d dream to stay with me, to stay with me, and not go anywhere. I’m sorry.
On the night I got all twitched, I sent my letter to Dark Tech.
“Okay. As you wish. Three minutes later, the other side replied to me.
“But it needs your cooperation. Dak Tech replied:
“We’ll give you a pill that doesn’t really hurt your body, but it’ll make you look like you’re sick in a week. The other side said:
When he gave that answer, I’d guess what he’d let me do.
Yeah, that’s…
Load sick.
I took the medicine that Darktech sent me. After taking this drug, my body and nerves go paralysing within a week, and the results of their respective medical tests make me look like I’m having a sclerosis of myatrics, right, that’s Hawking’s disease.
That’s it. I’m a cold man. I can hardly talk.
I was in the nursing ward after a medical examination. And while I was in the hospital, the dream was with me one step at a time, taking care of me. She talks to me, smiles with me, reminds me of the past, feeds me, wipes me off my mouth and it’s like we’re back to the beginning.
With their magic drugs, I’m again able to feel my lover’s company’s company’s presence.
At the same time, I even felt a little guilt inside me.
She didn’t even treat me like a patient. She treated me like a normal person.
Even when I’m the worst of the symptoms, when I can’t talk, I can’t even speak, I can’t move an inch of my hands and feet, I’m still waiting for my first sight, I’m still looking at me with a loving look, and I’m taking care of it.
When I was in the worst state of health, the love of my dreams was so good that I couldn’t believe it. This deep love makes me doubt that she came to this world for me, not for herself. This love is more tender, sweeter and thicker than the mother.
This love of dream to me even makes me think that she’s done more to me than she’s earned when I was with her. So far, I have given more of my dreams, only psychological resonance, spiritual resonance, but what she has given me? It is a companion of bad luck, care of illness, a high degree of physical fatigue, a free day of loss.
She paid too much for me.
A week later, despite the fact that the drugs I received from Dark Tech have been completely withdrawn, I’m still lying as a patient because I don’t want to see myself leaving in my dreams. On the bed, enjoying the dream of being with me.
I have a deep sense of guilt and guilt in this kind of behavior, but a dream of 24 hours’ possession of life around me makes it so difficult for me to know when to choose the truth.
Over time, my health is “better” every day, I can eat normally, I can walk out of bed, but the dream is still taking care of me, and I’m still walking, replacing my hands and feet, and doing all kinds of things I can’t do for me.
It was not until one morning in the third month that I realized the seriousness of the situation when the dream suddenly fell on the ground and was unconscious.
I was in a state of shock when I saw the dream that I was rubbing my feet on the ground, and my breath became hurried and my body shivered. I jumped out of bed the first time, and she got in a coma and went to the hospital.
When the doctor did the head MRI test, he found something different.
The doctor, with the MRI report, told me a strange truth that I hardly believed.
“Monsieur, her brain is strange. “The technologists who test their dreams say to me, with their head image,
“What happened to her brain? I’m restless to ask.
“We tested and found…” The technician swallowed a sip and said, “She has no brain. I’m sorry.
“No brain? How is that possible? I couldn’t believe it, “How can a living man have no brain?
I suddenly thought of a terrible possibility, and I downplayed the voice and asked:
“This is… Mr. Single, you’re thinking too much. “Of course she’s not a robot, she’s a normal human being.” Except for the brain, her body parts are for normal people, but it’s just that her brain is really, really special, and I’ve been in this business all these years and I’ve seen all kinds of weirdos like her, for the first time. I’m sorry.
I’m a little relieved, but I’m still nervous:
“Will this affect her body? I’m sorry.
“It’s hard to say. “Because of her, I’ve never met her. Her situation cannot even be described as a disease… more like some congenital developmental malformation. But it does not seem to affect her past survival. I’m sorry.
“And now she’s in a coma for what reason? I asked.
“We only detected an anomaly in the discharge of her brain…” according to the technician, “but we’re not sure why she’s sick. I suggest you go to a more authoritative expert, in this case we’re very bad at treating the disease. I’m sorry.
Where else can I find a more authoritative expert?
At that moment, I understood deeply that the hospital could not resolve this.
But it is not the absence of institutions that can solve the problem.
That’s Dark Technology.
I sent an e-mail to Dark Tech, informing me of the state of my dream.
A few minutes later, he answered me and said:
When I saw the other side’s response, I had a small beating, and I asked:
“Yes, and it will get worse. The other side replied.
“Can’t it be cured?” What’s wrong with her? I asked urgently, “I’ll do whatever it takes to cure her.” I’m sorry.
He answered me very quickly, with a desperate look:
At that moment, my heart had fallen into the cold abyss, but not yet:
This time, the answer was fast:
I’ve been talking a lot.
If I wanted to save my dream life, of course I should have promised, but I cannot be sure that at this point in time when I do, I will be able to promise that I will not be able to do more than I thought I would.
“You don’t have to ask them anymore. And as I hesitated, a weak and gentle voice came out behind me, “I’ll tell you everything.” I’m sorry.
I turned and found myself wondering when the dream was behind me, and she held the wall in her hand, she was breathing in her mouth, and she was tired, but she was determined.
“You… your body…”
“Not in the way. “Dreams barely smile, and then they say, “It’s about time. It’s time to tell you everything. I’m sorry.
The look of a dream as if a night watchman had finally seen dawn.
Without subsequent diagnosis, the dream left the hospital with my hand. She was still not stable, but she took my hand and said to me:
I know she’s referring to the island of the Bay of No Man.
There I spent the happiest time of my life.
And now it may be there to witness the last of my best years.
On a pebble on the top of that deserted island, we sat side by side, facing the sea of moonlight, and we breathed and we beat together.
Even in the middle of the summer, sitting by the sea at night is not a wise choice, and the intoxicated sea winds are blowing our cheeks, bringing the salty smell of hundreds of millions of years with the cold of the skin.
But we enjoyed this moment of self-inflicted romance and moved ourselves.
I didn’t ask her the truth about what she wanted to tell me all night, and she didn’t talk to me. She just stood by me, held hands and passed each other’s warmth.
Until night comes to light.
And as the first ray of the morning pierced the plume of clouds that were hoarded over the Bay of No One, the dream looked upon the golden thread which was dazzling on the sea, and the flames of the soul in the intoxicated eyelids, running through and empty.
“It’s beautiful here, and no matter how many times I look, I can’t see it. * Dreaming on the bright sea, mumbling *
“Yeah. Beautiful. “I should have said the same thing, but my eyes never left the side of my dream.”
“But your heart is not in this landscape. “It seems to have felt my sight, and the dream was a little sad.
“No, I think I’ve seen the most beautiful view in the world. * Looks at the pale face of the dream, I whisper *
The dream’s lips started to laugh unexpectedly, and she said:
“I don’t want to go back, I want forever. I held my dream hand tight and said, “Always here.” I’m sorry.
The dream smiled, and the smile was brighter and more beautiful than the first.
She was the only fire in the heavens and the earth.
She gently reached out to her fine fingers, touched my chest, whispered:
“When I’m gone, make sure you take care of yourself. I’m sorry.
As my soul stunned, the shocking news that came from my ears didn’t even allow me to react, the dream had said the last thing she said to me in her life:
She said her farewell words softly, and then, as if she had accumulated a night of fatigue and crushed her black eyelashes, she slowly closed her eyes and fell into my arms and fell asleep.
Her mouth is also filled with a sweet dream of happiness, as if it were a dream of the exiled.
And We wept and wept and Wept and Wept and Wept and Wept and Wept and Wept, and were not able to awaken her again.
I didn’t stop until there was the sound of grass leaves being stomped and broken behind me.
“She’s gone. “This is her choice.” I’m sorry.
I looked back in tears and saw David in a white broad-blank hat standing behind me, not sad or happy.
If I don’t talk, David goes on:
“She’ll be back,” I said.
“I guess not. David groaned, “Come on, all of us are here. Go back to our headquarters. There you’ll know the truth about everything. I’m sorry.
So I went down the mountain behind my back and got on their boat with David.
A few hours ago, I arrived at the head office of the Dark Technology Company at the pier. At Headquarters, the people of Darktech unmasked their dream clothes and then placed her in a strange container like a crystal coffin.
In this particular transparency container, the dream body is immersed in some strange material that is not known whether it is gas or liquid, and her beautiful body, like the Flying Fairy, hangs in half-empty. Her face was so peaceful, so quiet.
I stood still outside the container with cold and smooth glass walls on my palm. The outer wall of the container is only a few centimetres thick, but I feel like I’m in the middle of a dream.
“So, someone took a picture of her naked, right here?” I said to David.
David walked in front of me and shot me in the shoulder and said:
“So she disappears every week for no reason, because she came here and you put her in this strange container.” I asked.
“This is regular maintenance. “As a living robot, her brain is getting older, and the number of neurons in her brain is decreasing, and the stability of myths is decreasing, and the frequency of maintenance is increasing. I’m sorry.
“Bio-bots? You say she’s a robot?” I asked.
“Not the kind of robots in public perception. David says, “Her body parts are basically no different from normal human beings. The biggest difference is in the brain. Technically, she has no brain. I’m sorry.
“This was found when I took her to the hospital. I said, “It’s cold.
“Yes,” David said, “If you check, you always find something different. There is no normal human brain structure in her brain and there is only one special information integration management centre, which is primarily responsible for the coordination of body organs and the reception of concoctive signals. I’m sorry.
“So, after all, she’s still a robot? I’m sorry.
“Seriously, she’s not even a robot. David said, “She’s just a puppet. She doesn’t have her own ideas. I’m sorry.
“Without your own mind? “You mean she’s been with me for so many years, and she’s been following procedures without a real self-conscious?” I’m sorry.
“No, no, you’re mistaken, Mr. Single. David says, “This woman’s body is just a container, she doesn’t have a self-conscious mind, but the person behind the manipulation of her body is an individual with a real self-conscious mind. I’m sorry.
I was suddenly reminded of the scene in the film Avatar, where scientists created an incarnation without self-consciousness, so that other human beings could remotely manipulate those incarnations.
Is that what dreams are like?
“Who’s behind her?” “Who is it? I’m sorry.
“A man who knows you 100%. David blinked and said, “It’s the only person in the world who knows your true inner world.” I’m sorry.
“Who is that?” I’ve thought of the answer for a moment, but I’m afraid to accept it.
David looked at me carefully, and then he wrote down the tunnel:
As if my brain had been struck by a thunderstorm, my mind would have blown the pot, and I could hardly control my near-crash emotions, and I grabbed David’s hand, staring dead at his deep eyes and his voice:
“It’s true. A researcher next to him said, “Sir, this is our trans-temporal signal transmitter, which, in short, is a time machine that can transmit telecommunications to the past. I’m sorry.
I looked in the direction of the researchers’ fingers, only at the end of the exhibition area, and lurking at the end of a stupid, big wedge machine, which looked like an electric wave tower and a ivory pole.
“This machine is connected to another idea decoder. The think decoder detects and translates human brain waves, deciphers them and converts them into special code information, transmits them to the time machine, then transmits them to a specific time period in the past, and then transmits them from the former machine to the brain of the experiment, thus manipulating a series of actions of the experiment. The technologists patiently explained to me a series of technical principles behind the dream of a perfect lover, every word of which will rip a new crack in my broken heart.
In the end, my heart is sore.
But the last part of the dream, which was given me, became clearer.
Love yourself, just love me.
“No…” I murmured, “No, she doesn’t exist, how can she not exist?” How could she not exist? I’m sorry.
But that’s the truth. David can’t help but say, “Son, the person you’ve always loved is you.” It is only you who will be able to match your soul 100 per cent with your own soul, and only you who will be able to give you the kind of care you deserve, all of which is a part of your own self. I’m sorry.
And I kneel down on the earth, and my body shudders and trembles, with my hands hammering upon the earth in madness, and with my skin pelted open, and my blood flowed straight, until, when blood and tears were mixed, I was not free from it, and the pain and torment of my heart prevented me from stabbing myself and throwing my hands away.
“No wonder, you say it takes half of the life to get her and that’s why? I’m not saying anything.
“Yes, in order to accompany you for the best part of your life and to find you the most perfect lover in the world, in theory, you need the next half of your life of a disguise to make amends. David explained in a cold way, “There’s no way, sir. In this world, each of us is absolutely alone, truly understands us, deeply loves us, and only ourselves. I’m sorry.
That’s the answer.
Everything is my self-direction.
Everything was my self-deception.
There is no perfect lover, I’ve been chasing for more than a decade, but a vision of my own shadow.
But I seem to have thought of something, and I’m a bit reluctant to ask, “When I’m lost, you’re going to take your dreams back, but she escaped. Why didn’t you do that? I’m sorry.
“Sir, in fact, most of the misfortunes you have suffered over the past decade or so are your own script. David apologizes for saying, “Your company went bankrupt, it’s just a problem you’ve set for yourself, and the essence of it is that you have created a competition to create the illusion of your own life. I’m sorry.
“Fake”? You said my bankruptcy was fake? But I… why would I do that in the future? I’m sorry.
“Of course, it’s to experience the truth that there is no end to it. David says, “In order to experience the conditions that perfect lovers should meet, Mr. Single, you have put yourself in the past with a number of difficult life tests that seem to us to be excessive. I’m sorry.
I took a deep breath and I felt a cold sting in my lungs, and I tightened my fist and said:
“Yes, I’m sorry, Mr. Single, but David’s eyes are dim, but that’s what you’re asking. You, as a client, are part of the agreement that we have with you, although we are emotionally interested in telling you the truth, but because of your hard-line demands, we are powerless. I’m sorry.
“The deal? Customer agreements? You even built a time machine, you still need money? I can’t help but ask out loud.
“This … involves a lot of complicated rules. David lamented that, “Although our company does know the technology of time and space travel, we cannot use it for our own benefit because of the time and space regulations of the Space and Time Authority, created by more distant futureers. The current time machine technology, which is limited to the client’s own experience of the relevant projects, cannot have too much social impact. Of course, the mechanism behind this is very complex and, if it is to go on, it will be another three-day, three-night story. I don’t think you’re in the mood for that right now. I’m sorry.
“I am not in the mood to understand…” “I am in pain in my face, “I only want dreams I only want my dreams
“You can also delete your memories. David says, “In fact, it’s the fifth time you’ve known the truth. But on the four previous occasions, you’ve erased your memories, and you’ve been able to live a secure life for some time. And this time, you can do the same thing. I’m sorry.
Listening to David, I remember the day I dreamt about the video from my phone in the café, and for her, she knew all about my life, and for her, my every move was nothing but a script, nothing more than a struggle.
“Do you want to do that, Mr. Single? David asked again:
On the ring screen behind David, there’s a scene of me living with a dream for more than a decade, each of which is so lively, as if it was just happening in another corner of the world.
I held my fist tight and felt the wet sweat in my hand, but I didn’t answer.
Should I choose that?
Or, in other words, the dream wants me to choose?
I guess not.
Remembering the sunrise on the island of no one, my ears were all over my dreams:
Honestly, that’s what the dream left me, and it’s also that she wants to end this love game.
More than a decade of life, dreaming gave me lessons and lessons.
At the beginning, dreams taught me what was fun.
After that, she taught me what was cognitive.
And then she taught me what emotional resonance was.
And then she taught me what a heart is.
And then she taught me everything.
And then she taught me what a long-term care bed is.
And then she taught me what to do together.
And after that, she taught me what I am.
For more than a decade, she taught me a lot and a lot, and at the end of the day, dream taught me the last element that I needed as a perfect lover, which was… honesty.
So she told me the last answer.
Because she feels that a true lover should be honest and honest.
But the moment the dream made that choice, it meant that she would leave me forever.
It’s only a short moment, but the dream she did.
She became the most perfect lover in the world, a perfect lover who met all the conditions for a perfect lover.
“So, professional services, have you offered to others? I ask, “I am weak.”
“I see. I’m sorry.
I smiled, but my brain was confused and I didn’t know what to do. I only feel that my heart has been dug out, leaving a hole that can never be filled. This hole is so cold and so true that I am even convinced that my remaining life has no more meaning.
“I’m sorry we didn’t make better biological robots,” David says, “I didn’t give you better conditions.” We had a 30-year contract, but since the time of the contract is far from there, we are willing to pay you a portion of the compensation…”
And I said nothing but to bite and wave, and then to turn and to drag his legs as heavy as a grinder, and to turn away in a dark state.
Even though I knew that the true dream was in the glass can behind me, I didn’t know why, perhaps because my heart was hit too hard, so strangely that I couldn’t tell.
It’s like dreams are still alive somewhere in the world.
She may still be sitting on the hillside on the island where she can see the desolate view of the sun.
Or I go home and walk into the familiar room with the heating, and I see her lying in her bed, with a Sword of Swords in her hand, and I’ll come back and smile the most beautiful and gentle smile in the world.
Do dreams exist somewhere in the world? Or was it just in my heart?
I can’t tell.
How can I live without dreams?
When I came to the door of the hall and faced the clear wind blowing out of the door, a deep sense of fear appeared inside me.
“Mr. Single. I’m sorry.
Before I walked out, David’s voice came and locked me in.
“Your dream lady is gone,” David said, “but she did exist in the world.” If you want her back, the best option is to become her. Look at the world with her eyes, experience life with you with her body, think about the years with you from her perspective. And when you do, she comes back. And you got her all too. I’m sorry.
David’s words, like a spring, came into my heart by accident, and gave me a little bit of a sense of confusion, a feeling that I’d never experienced before, and suddenly burst into my brain.
Yeah.
When I became a dream, it was like she was alive again.
Even though I love dreams so much…
But she has many things that I never knew.
When I wake up every day from my sleep, and I see my dreams smiling in my eyes, what are they thinking?
What do I do when I’m out of the house alone?
Or what do I think of when I’m in a bed with a fever, and I’m losing my mind, rubping my head with a wet towel?
Only when I choose to go back to the past, to borrow her body, to relive her life with her perspective, can I understand her feelings and thoughts, and understand her true inner thoughts.
And then I will have her.
All of her.
“Let me go back,” and finally, looking at David’s face, my tone became firm, “I want to get back on this round. And then…”
Then I laughed.
“Then I will say to the mirror at the end of this journey, dream, I have everything for you. I’m sorry.
I don’t know.
Another rainy day.
The asphalting rain does not rest underground, and the white beads flow down through the glass of the window in the corner of the aroma café to form a continuous line.
On the road outside the café, the water dripping staggered into one little, one by one, in the water, with white pearls splattering and flashing in the luminous sun.
“Boss, a cup of Bukalamanca, low sugar, light baking. I sat at a coffee table and handed the order back to the waiter.
The waitress smiles softly and asks:
I shook my head and laughed:
“Yes, sir. The waitress smiled so warmly, she ordered a menu and then turned away.
I smiled and watched the waitress leave.
Suddenly, there was a nice wind bell at the cafe door, which attracted my attention.
I followed my reputation and only saw a beautiful, beautiful dream come into the store and light up this warm, warm-coloured space.
There was rain outside, but there was no umbrella for the beautiful figure, and she shuddered some beads on her body, and she turned to the waitresses who greeted her:
“Let’s have a Bukalamanca. I’m sorry.
“Yes, ma’am. Have a seat. I’m sorry.
“Okay. ‘Being beautiful, she smiled, and she came to a window-by-window position as a former customer.’
Two coffee tables between me and you.
The hot coffee came up in a few minutes, in front of me and her.
When I brought up the coffee cup in my hand, she also mentioned the coffee across the street, and then she softened the cup and smiled at me.
I also mentioned the coffee in my hand, smiling and paying tribute.
Throughout, from the rain to the rain, from coffee to the end of the day, we did not say a word to each other except for a simple smile, and we did not communicate in any language.
But we all found the answers we wanted.
I know that in the future, somewhere in the world, I’m doing well.
She’s fine too.
That’s enough.
To love me is to love yourself.
Love yourself, just love me.
What short science fictions do you remember? – The answer to the law of the survival of the universe.
I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
