The most significant difference between your world and my former world was the large-scale takeover of all authoritative organizations-including economics, governmental regimes, education, judicial departments, agriculture, industry, and cultural identity-by the entity known as the Intro-God. This is a concept you’re familiar with, though in your world-programming the placement and idea of ghettos is quite different. The expanses between the domes were known as ghettos. For the most part, this societal role had been delegated to the poorer classes, the peasants, the ignorant workers, the destitute and unfortunate. But to dwell outside the domes was to brave the crazed atmosphere and a life of constant danger.
Of course not everyone lived in these cities.
Our cities were preserved inside giant glass domes in an effort to keep out harmful UV rays, and each dome was equipped with large air-filtering systems, ingenious inventions that eradicated pollution. We had restructured gravity so that our buildings and houses, as well as our vehicles, hovered over the ground. Technological advancements had come to an apex and the rigid laws of science had bent to the will of human consciousness en masse. Ours was only a future interpretation of yours. Nature: animals, plants, bodies of water single-celled organisms found in the most immense organic structures heavy elements, particles, photons, neutrons, atoms, waves.īut there were differences. Space, time, cosmos, the scientific laws: gravity, motion, force, etc. Still, the tentacled sky gods reused some similar concepts-same ones they’ve used for centuries. And my world was more spotlessly designed than yours. I had my own illusion from which to wake. Very good, I must admit, considering the lack of technological prowess the tentacled sky gods possessed during your time.
And I have spent many hours reviewing the collected history of your world’s programming. You see, I have read the stories of your world. I know why your reality and your memories seem dreamlike why you think you don’t fit in, don’t belong. I know why you feel trapped, unhappy, and confused.
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