UIA

[[The year is 2XXX]]

you find yourself not only being surrounded by the internet everywhere you go, but becoming one with it. known as the `SIX TIMES PROJECT`, aimed at making the world more accessible and letting humans live for as long as they desired, for as long as their soul was still attached. the first of many groups to be volunteered into this project, were not by them. [[but instead by their desperate parents.]]

[[Everything is is made up of technology now.]]

they were first testing this on the unfortunate who couldn't afford healthcare for their loved ones who were either braindead, or in a coma. This marked the beginning of a new age, one of pain, and one of [[confusion.]]

''[CHAP OO1]'' [[just a bad dream.]] ''[CHAP OO2] '' [[the enterance to suffering.]] ''[CHAP OO3]'' [[ the exit of suffering.]] ''[CHAP OO4] '' [[DATA was a cool name after all. ]]

Where am i? I can't feel my face, I can't feel my breathing. It feels like I'm suffocating, but life just makes me continue to live. Why am I the subject of the pain and suffering that life has to offer? I can't remember my past. I don't even see the present. But I can hear, I can hear people talking. They're talking about me. Or at least it seems that way. I sense their gazes on me. It feels like a bad dream. [[A dream I can't wake up from.]]

[[the enterance to suffering.]]

Something went wrong. I can hear them, their pained cries. I smiled with my mind. And I don't know why. That same day it came to me. All my senses, but *one*. It's a sense not many pay much attention to, at least not until it's too late. This being your sense of *self*. I could feel again, I could see again, I could even feel the stimulation of my chest becoming big and small, again, over and over again. It was almost too much. The feeling was almost [[*too much.* ]]

I looked down, hoping I was on some kind of hospital bed, but all I saw was *metal.* I was made up of metal. But when I looked forward, it was worse. Blood. Pain. and wires. It wasn't much for description, but if you saw what I had been looking at, those were the only words you would be able to mutter. I gazed upon my new metal form once more. Something caught my eye, there were..numbers, on my arm. "001" what kind of nonsense is this? Am i some kind of *experiment*? Is that why I can't seem to remember? My name, my age, nothing. All my other knowledge seemed to just be implanted in my head. I can't remember where I got my other knowledge from. Am I really just some kind of sick experiment who's subject to all this [[suffering?]]

[[ the exit of suffering.]]

I walked, and walked, for what seemed like ages, ages on end. But I did seem to be getting somewhere, because I saw a light. The light, the damned light, actually led outside. I smiled but as I walked through the doorway, something in my robotic legs told me to run. I heard someone yelling. But they were yelling a name I wasn't familiar with, but the name caught my attention, like it was something I forgot a long time ago. But this loud person, they kept getting closer. I needed to get out. [[Now.]]

It had been three days now, or four, I couldn't tell. Something peculiar happened. I could see screens, with the naked eye! But these screens weren't intrusive, they were actually pretty helpful. It was like my brain was a computer. It had folders, but surprisingly there was nothing saying the amount of storage it had, or my brain had. But the name that I heard a few days ago kept coming up. “*DATA*”. This name… It was always in full caps, I honestly was starting to adopt it. [[DATA was a cool name after all. ]]

There were tons of folders, some seemingly useless. But there was a series of password locked folders, apparently I need administrator privileges to open it. Eventually I moved on, my gaze locking on the zip file named “memories.zip”. Upon extracting it, There were two media folders. “2XXXa” and “2XXXb”. Again, the ‘a’ folder seemed to be password locked. But the ‘b’ folder however.. Wait- didn’t “curiosity kill the cat”? ….Eh. I'm not a cat. I should be fine. [[It's only my memories.]]

There was near to nothing in the memories folder a, just a couple videos, each 2 hours long. These videos were nothing more than what I had experienced across the few days. I don't have the time to watch these anyway. Moving on once more… another folder? It was full of text files, but among them was an application named “open me =]”. I mean… I was fine earlier, why shouldn't I be fine now..? [[So I opened it.]]

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