You look up from your folded arms which you have been using as a pillow. Before you is a line of code…
I… Don’t remember writing this. I didn’t write this. Wait. Sam? Johnny? Lin?
Of course they cannot hear you. You are home alone.
Something... Just happened.
The code seems as if it is actively writing itself, your cursor moving as it continues to type along the line.
What I need is for you to enter the correct reality. It will not be “the good ending”, no. But it is the true ending. In that reality... You upload your consciousness into my reality.
That’s insane! Everything is going well. I can’t- I can’t just leave it!
Did it seem real, young traveler?
As if you seem any more real!
Before you know it, something comes over you... You are suddenly very
very tired.
Your head bobbles and sways before landing chin to your chest.
Goodnight, young traveler.