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Chapter 2: "Dystopian Will"

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Another day, or the same thing.

Independent office, busy colleagues who never greet each other.

Face the letter from the computer and type it into another computer.

This is my job.

You may not imagine that the monthly salary of such a job is 10,000 yuan.

A letter is sent regularly every ten minutes or so. At first I was curious to try to spell it.

Copy them on the small paper around you, but you will find that this is completely meaningless:

(NMGGWTJP)

But in order to pay so much, I worked hard.

Of course, eight hours a day will pass quickly.

I don't feel tired at all.

Ding ~ here again, this time: "L".

I entered another computer without any haste and pressed OK.

Finally off work, there is nothing like returning to my warm home.

Soaking in the bathtub and taking a warm hot bath is more comfortable.

This is the most pleasant thing in life.

Wait, what is this?

Why is there a note on my bathtub?

Who's the prank?

But my family is usually only me?

If you take a closer look, the note actually says: "Bathtub".

I bought the bathtub not long ago. This is definitely a prank for merchants.

I tear off the note.

My bathtub is gone?

It was replaced by a cardboard box.

And I was sitting in this cardboard box, the water flooded my body.

But the cardboard box was not wet at all.

Wait for this water? I looked up at the shower head above.

There is also a piece of paper on my shower head. Who the **** is this?

I tore off the paper on the shower head, and the shower head in front of me became a worn baseball bat.

. . . . . .

"I can't stand it, doctor. Am I sick? I can see notes with the names of things on various things. As long as I tear off the notes, things will become something else. You understand me. Did you say? For example, if there is a note on this table, I tear off the note of the table. The table will become a big stone, or something strange. "

The doctor glanced at me listlessly and said, "I think you are under too much work pressure. So, I will prescribe some tranquilizing medicine for you."

"How long will it take?" I asked puzzled.

"There are 63 pills in this bottle. Take one pill a day. It is not good after two months. You will come to me again." The doctor said flatly.

On the way home I look at the medicine in my hand.

There was also a note on it, and I slowly tore off the note on the medicine in my hand.

The medicine became a pump.

I think I am more ill.

Of course, I have to work even if I am seriously ill. I came to my company the next morning.

The day's work started again as scheduled.

Ding ~ Another letter came from the computer, it was "O".

I pressed another computer: "O" and clicked OK.

Wait, won't it? Come again?

There was also a note on the computer monitor.

I subconsciously grabbed the note, did I tear it off and my job would disappear?

I dared not think about it again and retracted my right hand.

One minute, two minutes. . .

I was in a daze for ten minutes.

Ding ~ The next letter appeared on the screen: "V".

I woke up and pressed tremblingly at another computer: "V" and OK.

What's wrong with me? Keep rubbing my eyes.

Is my eye broken?

Looking at the ceiling, isn't it? My goodness!

There was also a note on the ceiling that had never been carefully observed.

This is going crazy, I don't believe in this evil.

I put the stool on the cabinet.

Climbing **** the cabinet and stepping on the stool.

Slowly stood up and touched the ceiling.

Grab the note.

It says: "Aperture Company Building", this is my company name.

I trembled and opened the note.

I am still me, and my company has turned into a pile of rubble.

The computer I work on is still in place.

When everything is telling me.

I'm mad? I think they are crazy.

Ding ~ The computer jumped out the next letter: "E".

I smiled softly and uncovered the paper on the computer monitor.

Sure enough, for so many years, I was actually working against a trash can.

What irony is this, what's wrong with this world?

I ran over my head, avoiding all kinds of people.

Escaped from the seemingly busy street and ran to the suburbs, and ran out of the city.

The city I used to think of as a city, I was wondering if there would be a note with the city written on it. After tearing it off, it will become a pile of rubble?

Far away, I actually saw the fence?

Outside this city I never left, there is a whole wall of more than ten meters high.

The high wall breaks through the sky, but it is simply invisible in the city.

The wall is endless and seems to surround the city where I lived for thirty years.

What the **** is this? Curiously walking along the wall, after a long walk I actually saw a half-open door.

Inside the gate is a military base, full of bones and rusty weapons.

In the deepest room, there is an old document wrapped in blue leather and a yellowed diary on the table.

The name of the document in the blue leather package is "Nuclear Evacuation Copywriting."

The contents of the yellowed diary are like this:

Our mayor abandoned us, and the enemy country dropped a nuclear bomb on us. All outlets were re-welded. There is no way out, and we poor people can only live alive after the explosion. But Dr. Gamma did not give up on us, even if we had been deformed by radiation dust. The offspring born also mutated from generation to generation, and they could live by eating soil. Dr. Gama is a great psychologist. He taught us the power of hypnosis. He said to tell our descendants repeatedly to paste the name of the desired thing on the object, you can see the desired thing. All our descendants who have mutated from generation to generation have inherited this perfect illusion. They can live in this perfect utopia.

I touched my cheek with both hands, and I became strange.

I could clearly see my deformed arm and pustule, and I screamed loudly.

. . . . . .

Ten days later, I returned to my job.

This is another technology company called Montenegro, or a salary of 10,000 a month.

The nature of the work did not change much from the previous one.

Ding ~ Look at the letter again, this time: "S".

I typed in another computer and pressed OK.

By the way, I pressed the paper sticking to the monitor.

Don't drop it again, it's terrible.

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