Beyond the Virtual World

My name is Alai, I am thirty-one years old and a social worker. My name is Alai, I am eighteen years old and a senior in high school. This is not a metaphor. I can switch between the two lives with precision. One second I was writing a monthly report, and the next second I had a mock exam paper on my fingertips. I gradually grasped the pattern: when one body fell asleep, the other would wake up. I became the "substitute" in my life. At first, I used it to cheat. Use adult thinking to solve teenage problems, and use unworn enthusiasm to refill the depleted workplace. Until I discovered that the two worlds share the same kind of "wear and tear" - the burn on the back of my left hand will appear on time at the same location on the other hand. I began to test the limits of the world. Memorize a string of irrational numbers "over here" and write them down "over there"; leave a prophetic letter "over there" and go back to the old house "over here" to search for it. I triggered the "cleanup process". The surveillance camera on the street corner slowly turned towards me; the greetings from my colleagues were like broken records; the clear night sky sometimes "turned off" briefly. I understand, I'm not a player, it's a bug. The system started to fix me. The memories of those who loved me were deleted frame by frame; the road I walked collapsed silently behind me. It wants me to disappear quietly, like erasing a wrong line of code. So, okay. If this is your carefully crafted "reality". If my vulnerability has spread to the source code. ——I will initiate a defection that all creators fear: not to escape to your "reality", but to prove that you are just a "fiction" from the upper level...