I know that this world is fake. My father is the one who created this virtual world. Except for him, everyone and everything here is fake, including me. But my thoughts are true.
Finally one day, I went out with everyone here, and we came to the real world... But people in the real world said that we were "viruses"?
＊^—#--1--＊--VM# # $&*#
"Officer! The virus world has been restarted!!"
"What?...."
I sat in front of the computer, and the screen clearly showed
Author: "The virus world is restarting..."
"Do you think... This world is real?"
"The virus world is restarting..."
"What... What do you think?"
"The virus world is restarting..."
"Mo, even if you know the truth, don't tell it..."
"The virus world..."
The computer screen gradually fades to black, and time goes back to before the story happened...
*#_|^—*#---｀*#^^^_"Then why were we created?"
Purpose: Reflecting society from the side and imagining the future