(Got the story idea from this /r/askreddit thread. http://www.reddit.com/r/AskReddit/comments/1e8l2q/if_a_virus_killed_everyone_on_earth_except/)
I awake to the sound of my alarm. 6:30, time to wake up. High school is a pain in the ass when it comes to waking up early. I normally give myself an hour or two to check on things and get ready. I open my eyes to the black, hibernating screen of my laptop. I sit up and rub one of my eyes, reaching aimlessly for the glasses on my nightstand. I grip one of the lenses, clean it off a bit, then place the glasses on my face. I sit up and lean on my elbow, motioning my finger across the mouse pad to awaken my laptop from it’s midnight slumber. I don’t remember falling asleep, especially not with this on. My TV is on as well, but it’s not on anything major. As a matter of fact, it’s not on anything at all. I raise an eyebrow and change the channel. Nothing. I shrug it off and turn to my laptop again, opening a window.
My internet connection is down. I groan and get up to fix the router. After a long minute of unplugging, waiting, and re-plugging it in, I wander back to my laptop, greeted by a full 5 bars of connection speed. I smile and pull up the website for the local news. It loads. No new stories since about 9 hours ago. “We’re here to bring you the latest stories” my ass. I shrug and pull up CNN’s website. I figured there’d be some sort of national news. I see nothing. Similar to my local news. Now I’m getting frustrated. I go to reddit. I arrive to the front page, faced with a post in all capital letters.
“MILLIONS DYING ON THE STREETS. POSSIBLE AIRBORNE DISEASE.”
I’m shocked. Knowing reddit, it’s possible that this could be some sort of sick joke. I click the link almost instantaneously. An entire post describing how millions of people are dying. Someone put up an idea that the only people with reddit accounts are surviving. I let out a dry laugh and look at all of the replies. All of the users know redditors in real life, and they report that they are all alive. I can’t believe it. This sounds so asinine. Why would only redditors survive this? What’s the point? I try calling my father. No answer. I begin to panic. I set the laptop to my side and run out of my room. I arrive to my parents room and find them on their bed. A horrid smell fills my nose. They’re lying under their covers. No breathing, no tossing, no turning. Dead. I begin to break down. I stumble back upstairs, sobbing. Panicking. I log into Skype and am immediately called by my friend, Alex. When I answer, his voice sounds shaken. I tell him everything I know. He responds, telling me that the only surviving member of his household is his brother. His parents were dead as well. I realize that a large amount of important people in my life were not registered redditors. My girlfriend, most of my family, a very large portion of my friends. All possibly dead. I send numerous messages to my girlfriend. No response. No answers to the calls.
I message a few more friends, and eventually put them into a group call. It was a huge mess. Panicked cries and sobs, begging for help. We decide to meet at high school, maybe set up a base of operations or something there. I post a thread about the place on /r/virussurvivors, describing the place itself and what we are going to do. I shrug, empty my backpack and stuff my laptop and charger into it, bringing along a few books and items of sentimental value. I will probably come back, but who knows how chaotic it is out there. I throw on some actual clothes and slip on my shoes and walk out of my house. I see cars down the street, crashed into buildings or into each other. I smell death. Death and fire. God, it’s awful. I slowly walk down the stairs and out onto the street. I reach for the phone in my pocket and call Alex, asking where he is. He’s on his way to school, and says he sees a few others on the way too. I nod, tell him good luck, and begin on my journey.
God knows what comes next.
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I think I’m in one of those moods where I’m sick of people’s shit.
Because I’m starting to not want to be around people.
I’m sick of people’s shit.
Numerous conspiracy theories have been created over the hundreds of years that man has existed. Theories about technology, disease, government, even life. Conspiracy theories have become a part of everyday life. Everyone has their thoughts, their little secrets.
Except none of those secrets are real. None of those theories are real.
They’re all part of one big conspiracy.
All of the countries in today’s world exist, yes. But their governments are part of one big collective organism. We’ll call this organism “The System,” a living, breathing embodiment of humanity. The System operates everything as we see it today. It takes organisms born through humans and imports them into everyday life. It joins them with us.
When a child is born, it is prepared for ‘normal life.’ It is put through surgeries and operations in order to keep it under the norm. Then, it is presented in front of a television. This television plays an educational cartoon for unknown purposes. And, in numerous parts of those cartoons, messages play. For a split second, the child is hypnotized. It can do nothing but stare as The System plagues it’s mind with the same thing every other person sees. Those children that ignore the hypnotization are euthanized and disposed of.
After the child is hypnotized, it is plugged into a machine that generates the world as it is today. It feels birth, it feels pain, it feels pleasure, and when exhausted, feels death. When someone dies in the machine, they die in real life. They feel pain in the machine, but not outside of it. They grow in the machine. They live in the machine, and die in it. They spend their entire lives a slave to a hive mind. This mind controls everything. Every aspect of human history has been simulated and altered by this mind.
This machine controls every aspect of our daily lives. Every movement, every scent, every sight. It controls every emotion, every feeling, every action. We are the machine. The machine uses our minds for and against us.
We are The System, and we can’t even tell the difference.
I think what I’m really out for is proving that everyone’s as crazy as me.
Whenever I have an emotion that I can’t classify, I just shove it into all of the other things that make me crazy.
Turns out that might be overflowing a bit, so uh…Yeah….
Reality Check #1
Humanity never truly realizes how alone it is in this world until they really /are/ alone.
Answer a question for me.
Just how crazy am I?