Beyond The Looking Glass - Words of the Unseen - Chapter 163
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Beyond The Looking Glass is the second book in the Unseen series, a story that came to me from the other side. A story where I thought I was just the narrator until I heard the Words of the Unseen.
This second story goes beyond time and place and mixes the long ago with the here and now. Because history keeps repeating, until we learn and do something about it.
Beyond The Looking Glass - Words of the Unseen - Chapter 163
Somehow, I can feel it all; I can see the big picture, the loss it will cause to the balance of eternal power.
The loss of brightness that humans can offer when they are allowed to grow.
They can no longer.
Not like this, not like what I am seeing right here in front of me. A world where there is no more need for humans, where all are replaced by artificial intelligence, and where both thinking and physical work is done better by machines.
Humans won the efficiency battle. The world has become sustainable, even for the current population, but many are losing their sense of purpose in the process.
I can see it all.
As if I am coming down from high above to the human level. I think of myself as an Angel without wings, when I hoovering above what feels like a lost soul, even more when I am inhabiting his being.
Itยดs as if I can choose to be traveling along with him. His life is like a subway made of flesh, I can get on and off when I like.
I decide to stay along for the ride, and wake him up.
I wake heavy, my mouth dry, stomach faintly churning from last nightโs synthetic snacks. The sheets cling damp to my skin; my body feels sluggish, uncoordinated.
I ignore the dryness in my throat and reach for my visor, fumbling with it before Iโm even properly awake. The device seals over my face and the world becomes dazzling, fast, loud.
My heart races, pupils dilating at the onslaught of motion and color. I havenโt even sat up yet, but already my nervous system is on overdrive.
This body remains here for a while, quite a while, with absolutely nothing better to do till I slouch in the public hub.
My body feels folded into itself, back aching from the hours of VR immersion. My fingers tap idly on the table as I scroll through feeds projected on my retina lens.
I chase the surge of recognition: the quick thrill when a post of mine spikes in visibility, followed by the hollow drop when it fades.
My jaw clenches, my shoulders hunch. The light around me is harsh, artificial, but I donโt notice; Iโm too busy typing furiously, heart pounding with synthetic rage over a debate that has no end, no resolution.
Everywhere around me, others are doing the same, all seem to be heroes on their own digital battlefield. There is noise, but also silence, it is a kind of constant buzzing that exactly enough to distract me from the sense of emptiness in my chest.
Iโm still inside my simulation. The headset presses against my sweaty forehead. My muscles twitch from hours of adrenaline-fueled VR combat.
My heart races with every artificial threat, though my body hasnโt truly moved more than a few centimeters in hours. I snack without tasting, fingers greasy, eyes bloodshot.
Inside, the noise never stops: cheering, shouting, gunfire, endless rounds of victory and loss. Yet the more I win, the less I feel.
My body aches for rest, my mind for silence, but both are drowned in the pull of the next match. By midnight, the weight of emptiness settles in my gut, there is this gnawing boredom growing stronger even amid overstimulation.
I queue another game anyway, no reason to face the stillness that waits beyond the visor. There is always more VR.
My body is restless and depleted, buzzing with chemicals, starved for real world stimuli. My mind is a battlefield, endlessly chasing sparks of validation that vanish before I can hold them.
I sit in this pod, the walls around me shifting like liquid glass, pulsing with colors that answer to my moods before I even name them.
My feed scrolls itself across the air, endless arguments, endless images, endless reasons to stay locked in. I feel that dull comfort I always do: the certainty that I am participating, choosing,voicing out, and being heard.
I smile as dopamine floods my veins when my latest opinion decides the argument by going viral. My chest feels free for a second, and then aches for more recognizion.
I can do that again, or even better, fiercly I type again.
Then, for a flicker of an instant, the screen looks different, the body does not know yet, but I feel that for a blink the machine stutters.
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