Prologue

It’s only 2 days away. My 21st birthday. It feels like jut yesterday it was graduaton day. I know it’s supposed to be a happy day. I just can’t stand the idea. It all just means nothing. what will be the outcome? how am I supposed to know if I have been “good?” it’s all just a matter of perspective at this pointl it’s like when you realize the fear of death is the only thing to fear.

I don’t know what drives me to live the way that I do. Nobody taught me. I just hit rock bottom and I guess instead of rising above and being rich in the long run, I stayed and played in the trash. While all the popular people were doing what was needed to gain the popular vote. How can there be so many wany ways to live life?

In the years before this one the teachings in school weren’t aimed at giving you the plans and lessons to make alot of money. I guess my universe is just a little different. At the age of 21 we begin the metalife. yeah yeah, virtual reality this, ai that. The machines are gonna destroy humans. Guess what? it doesn’t really matter. We have a collective community that worships the meta verse that we strive to enter. like for our whole life.

I guess to be short and sweet, the virtual world that you enter, is based on how you did it in the real world. So if you played by all the rules put in front of you and didn’t make trouble, that’s the kind of metaverse you will enter. vise versa.

The thing is, I’m not really sure what the hell “my” real world is. It’s like this. I’m into being true. I feel like it’s wrong to judge a book by the cover. What if for some reason I can see through the cover? what I mean to say is…. I have taught myself how to fend in this world from a youhg age. For some reason it didn’t go the way it could have.

I don’t know, in truth, there’s just something that makes people hate me. It isn’t the worst thing tho. honestly the way I see it, I am here and now and I don’t really want to miss too much. I pay attention. When the opportunities arrise, I get to do meaningful things. The best part about it is… I get 0 rewards, however, people make fun of me. As the desert, most people think that when they are looking at me they are looking at a hardened criminal.

When I first became a part of “the Poor” class citizens I found that no matter what it sas that I needed, when I would look through the rubble. Things just got better. If I needed warmer clothes, I would find some washed and thrown out clothes that were of decent quality. When i needed food and didn’t have the money to buy it in the stores, perfectly good, sealed favorite foods always filled my spirits. Not to mention when stomach was well full, the “Spirits” would always be pretty decent. Rubble booze is always a lifter of spirits.

Hello, I am Ncik. I may not like that I have landed on planet homeless and poor. tho it would be nice to gert a little support every once in a while. Instead I get … Like None Ever….