Helyx rubbed his eyes and got up. Still under the influence of the dream he had seen, the white light dazzled his eyes, bringing him back to the real world.A police car was approaching the twins. Seeing this, Helyx rushed towards Styx and shook him. Styx grumbled, "What's wrong?" Helyx didn't even attempt to respond to yesterday's resentment. He pointed to the approaching car with his eyes.Styx was tired, and his mood had been affected. He buried his deep thoughts into the depths of his subconscious, bringing forth primitive and simple emotions. For the time being, completely childish, frail, and ineffective feelings had taken the place of his permanent and superior logic.The police car came to a stop in front of the twins, and a person in a black uniform stumbled out. He adjusted his glasses and furrowed his brows. Although he tried to appear serious and professional, it was evident that he was young and inexperienced.The police officer crossed his arms and asked, "What are yo
How meaningless life was, wasn't it? Or perhaps it wasn't meaningless at all.Styx was just a pitiable loser trying to fit his own reality into the world because he had become so detached from it.He muttered to himself, "Even Helyx is so good at adapting to others! God, why am I like this!" As Styx turned the final corner, he entered a narrow alleyway, built for the homeless.People, dressed in tattered rags, huddled closely together, burning trash in a container to keep warm in this cold weather. A small child among them stepped forward, coughing loudly and dryly.Styx stepped back as he saw the approaching child. He briefly glanced around this street filled with homeless individuals. Since many had holes in their clothes, they shivered and trembled in this windy weather.Despite coughing and being sick, people were tightly huddled together. They probably didn't care about catching an illness; all they could think about was staying warm.The child continued to approach Styx and c
They had been in the car for about 40-50 minutes. Helyx had fallen asleep. Styx, out of boredom, had started tapping his fingers rhythmically on the car's hard textured grips. The rhythm playing in his head was quite complex, with nested tuplets. It was intricate and detailed, actually imitating the music of a group called Paledusk.Of course, for the police officer driving the car, this was just noise. A noise for psychological torture, of course. It had no meaning at all, just plain headache-inducing annoyance.Unfortunately, all the radio channels the officer tried searching to stop this were closed. He wished the government didn't restrict radio broadcasts.Right now, if he didn't silence this annoying troublemaker by opening up a quick chat, the alternative would be to throw him out of the window.But, he didn't succumb to his inner voice that chose the second option. Instead, he tried to start a conversation to silence him. While contuining back to imitating a deep voice, he
When the car stopped in front of the police station, Styx nudged his brother to wake him up. Helyx jumped and looked around in fear, cold sweat running down his body.The police officer opened the door and gestured for the twins to follow. First, Styx stretched, and then Helyx got out, holding onto his arm in bandages.The police station's courtyard looked quite impressive.The twins looked around in astonishment.Colorful flowers lined the edges of the courtyard, and miniature trees, meticulously pruned into cube shapes, were arranged in neat rows.Helyx tilted his head up to examine the massive fountain in the center of the garden.At the very bottom of the fountain, hidden beneath the water, were symbols representing various faiths: a cross, a hexagram, a Buddha figure, and a five-pointed star with a crescent moon attached. These symbols were barely discernible due to being submerged, and the lower parts were covered in algae.In the next tier, water didn't flow. Instead, on a basi
-AUTHOR’S MONOLOGUE- The most fearsome individuals are not the strongest ones or the heroes, but those with nothing to lose, the weak, the unnoticed outcasts. The ember of revenge burns within them, ignited by society's hatred. As the embers rewrite the codes of their emotions, their mind will progressively become more and more chaotic, destructive, and unpredictable. The source of this societal hatred is the emotional and logical decay between unfulfilled dreams and shattered potentials lying in their inner selves. This will result in their forcible relegation to the bottom of the social pyramid. Those at the bottom are either perceived as fools due to flawed and weak genetics or they are straight up r****ds. Outcasts know they do not belong to this class because there's one factor that sets them apart: awareness. These individuals, even when others don't, know they are the wisest among the pyramide and see the walls of the societal pyramid from all the way to the top. Th
>Inserting information…>Preparing sequence>Adding Info Plugins… 2 Plugins found!>Timelines and locations have been added!>Categorizing and finalization… Complete!>Selecting sound format: .wavl file (WAV 50 MODERN)>Selecting video format: .MPX>Selecting Resolution: 128K (139,240×139,240)>Adding Visual Plugins… 3 Plugins Found! Anti-aliasing:ON / Hyperrealism:ON / AI RTX & Particles:ONLogic Gate: Inner Monologue (obtained from Hippocampus)Total Size: 1,019 Petabayt>Playing Video: Hitori_1.MPX**************************[Current Location: YosugattoCurrent Time: 2016]When I was born, like any baby, I naturally cried. My vision was still blurry after my tears stopped, and it wouldn't clear up for a few weeks.>Plugin: AI RTX activated!>Fixing blurry resolution…>Fixing complete!I carefully examined my mom and dad. Although my mom looked tired, she was smiling. There were bruises under her eyes and on the skin beneath her red low-cut dress.Nevertheless, she still looked qu
PRESENT TIME (2055) Styx and Helyx sprinted through the labyrinthine corridors, their chests heaving as they struggled to catch their breath. The impenetrable building housed the precious government data, and its layout seemed intentionally designed to confuse intruders. It also had an appeal to it, with all the flickering lights coming from the edge of the walls. Suddenly, its roof became aesthetically distracting with interstellar skies and nebulas' animation as some sort of background. Styx looked at the roof with admiration filled with some sort of mix of hatred and nostalgia: "This place… seems a bit different now." Helyx rolled his eyes and held his brother's hand, "Don't be distracted, Helyx! Focus!" The midnight hour cast an eerie darkness, barely illuminated by faint blue lamps overhead and sporadic bursts of red alarm lights. The blaring sirens intensified, signaling their proximity to the target. Finally, as they rounded the last corner, Styx turned to Helyx, a
The two A.I models merged together as the RGB lights from their body vanished into each other. White lights flickered, spreading everywhere like the bolts of a lightning. As the lights turned red, it seemed like two veins of seperate entities collided. Finally two avatars merged and became one. Within the ever-changing screen filled with spiraling code composed of constant green letters, the chaos no longer bothered Era. The artificial intelligence was preoccupied with observing the unconscious bodies scattered on the floor. The green letters, flickering and disappearing intermittently, created an epileptic visual due to the recording of her thoughts within the codes. She maneuvered through the screen, taking a few turns and causing the sound of footsteps to echo in the black void. The feelings of isolation, indecisiveness, and regret sparked an idea in Era's mind: According to a belief, when people die, their lives flash before their eyes like a filmstrip. During this p