This is one of the many modular fictional stories like The Man And His Mysterious Kitten, which are slated to be part of a big novel.
Right now I am sitting next to John on the wing of an abandoned, rusty military airplane in the middle of a big field full of grass. The crashed plane’s bottom is buried in the ground and wings are touching the soil. The weather is gentle and pleasant, the sky is slightly cloudy and romantic with the sun peeking through occasionally.
I am wearing a black long gown which has some very nice blue-aqua handwork around my kneck, chest, and full sleeves. I am also wearing some silver jewelry paired with my Indo-western fusion outfit. A gentle breeze is playing through my long brown hair which is coming from the ocean afar and John next to me is wearing a blue-white plaid shirt and pants.
He broke the silence, “A broken plane in the middle of a big field and then an ocean, right in front of us nearby? What kinda weird place is this?”
I replied, “Well, this is a fuse between Dayton, Ohio and San Diego, California. The best I could think of..”
John laughed, “Oh! Great! It is like the Pacific Ocean in the Midwest! You are the best dream architect I could have thought of. I cannot come up with these. Everything is so incredibly detailed including what we are wearing and how I am feeling at this very moment. Even though all of it is fake. Everything seems symbolic and philosophical..”
I added, after a long breath, “Yeah now-a-day simulation seems more real than real life. Is there any point of living with a body, if I can just visualize everything in my head? Somehow maybe my mind can survive. What do you think?”
John, “What? You sound kinda depressed. How is your education going? Any new jobs? Any new prospects? What are you up to these days?”
I added with an upsetting tone, “Let’s not ask anything about real life. You cannot imagine what I have been going through. You are also partly responsible for this. I still cannot make peace with the fact that you were against me as well… I hope you can keep your job in that hell hole!”
John yelled, “Hey! Calm down…Okay.”
Suddenly the weather changed. Clouds got darker and the wind got stronger. It’s as if a storm is about to happen.
John asked, “What’s going on?”
I said, “Well, this is a reflection of our changing mood. The weather pattern changes accordingly in simulation showing our discomfort. Well, in real life our life events change according to our state of mind and we do not realize.”
John just vanished. He took off. He is probably pissed right now. I turned off my simulation headpiece which connects through my head’s brain implant.
Even outside my window, I see stormy weather. There was no indication of such a thing in the weather app a while ago. Is this a pure coincidence? The last time when I was feeling angry and depressed with John I felt a sharp pain in my head and wasn’t it stormy outside?
To be continued…