Personal Narrative: The Universal Illusion
The Universal Illusion
“Cosmo Jenkins” What a stupid name, it’s like my parents wanted me to get bullied or something. If you couldn't already tell, my parents are astronomers. They have done a lot of important stuff, but I don’t know what, don’t care that much either. They keep on pushing astronomy on me, giving me a new telescope or star chart every year. I’ve always thought the stars to be quite boring, it’s a bunch of small lights in the sky, big whoop. While I’m not that big into stars, I am pretty good at coding. I can get into your server faster than you can say “Cyber Security”. Overall, life is good. So there I am at school, walking the halls with my friend Chet, he’s going off on some conspiracy theory when he suddenly switches to …show more content…
Drifting off to sleep I get a weird feeling of pain, yet euphoria. It hurts, but not at all. This experience lasts forever, I also get a feeling of speed and movement. When I open my eyes I am in a very expansive and dimly lit room. The floor has black and white tiles, and there is a chair in the center. As I move towards the chair I get a interesting feeling of slowness, while moving at normal speed. As I sit in the chair it feels very comfortable, as if it was made for me. Sitting in the chair a screen pops up in the sky, and a figure seems to be moving around, talking to other figures. I hear a voice “It blew out? Should we end it? No? Okay.” The figure turns around, he is a male, possibly in his late 20’s, and wearing a lab coat. He has dark spots under his eyes, probably from not sleeping for a awhile. “Cosmo Jenkins, your simulation has crashed, you will stay in this room while we fix it, do not be alarmed, we will erase this experience from your memory.” the voice announces. At this point I just have to yell out “What’s going on? What do you mean simulation?” He tells me “We are viewing your life to see how we can make better decisions in the future, we made this simulation by using part of your dna. This is the year 2506. You, Cosmo Jenkins, are
“Cosmo Jenkins” What a stupid name, it’s like my parents wanted me to get bullied or something. If you couldn't already tell, my parents are astronomers. They have done a lot of important stuff, but I don’t know what, don’t care that much either. They keep on pushing astronomy on me, giving me a new telescope or star chart every year. I’ve always thought the stars to be quite boring, it’s a bunch of small lights in the sky, big whoop. While I’m not that big into stars, I am pretty good at coding. I can get into your server faster than you can say “Cyber Security”. Overall, life is good. So there I am at school, walking the halls with my friend Chet, he’s going off on some conspiracy theory when he suddenly switches to …show more content…
Drifting off to sleep I get a weird feeling of pain, yet euphoria. It hurts, but not at all. This experience lasts forever, I also get a feeling of speed and movement. When I open my eyes I am in a very expansive and dimly lit room. The floor has black and white tiles, and there is a chair in the center. As I move towards the chair I get a interesting feeling of slowness, while moving at normal speed. As I sit in the chair it feels very comfortable, as if it was made for me. Sitting in the chair a screen pops up in the sky, and a figure seems to be moving around, talking to other figures. I hear a voice “It blew out? Should we end it? No? Okay.” The figure turns around, he is a male, possibly in his late 20’s, and wearing a lab coat. He has dark spots under his eyes, probably from not sleeping for a awhile. “Cosmo Jenkins, your simulation has crashed, you will stay in this room while we fix it, do not be alarmed, we will erase this experience from your memory.” the voice announces. At this point I just have to yell out “What’s going on? What do you mean simulation?” He tells me “We are viewing your life to see how we can make better decisions in the future, we made this simulation by using part of your dna. This is the year 2506. You, Cosmo Jenkins, are