Mankind: Just A Blip?
Around midnight, the cops picked up Donald Rabbit and took him to Grid HQ and gave him some bottled water and left him in the interview room.
Donald, 23, was apprehensive because he had never been to Grid HQ.
He was half way through the bottled water when the door opened and an attractive woman, about 30, with a name tag that said Office Rabbit, walked in, smiled and sat down across from Donald.
Since they both happened to have the same last name Donald wondered if they were related.
“No, we are not related,” said the woman.
This crazy broad can read my mind. My theories are right, though Donald.
“No I can’t read your mind,” said Officer Rabbit. “We asked you her to chat about your stats.”
“Is there something wrong with my stats?” Donald said.
“Why don’t we chat about that and you decide,” said Officer Rabbit and gave him another one of what appeared to be hollow smiles.
She put on a pair of Stat Glasses that were probably linked to his stats which meant she knew more about him then he could recall himself.
Officer Rabbit was looking at him but she was probably reading info on her side of the Stat Glasses.
Donald Rabbit was pretty sure this was the case because of the glazed look in Officer Rabbit’s eyes. That was because she was focused on reading his stats, not looking at him. This was even more annoying than trying to carry on a conversation with another human who was reading his emails on his MS-finger ring.
“Back in the early part of this millennium, a few decades after those movies on the Matrix came out, some disrupters came up with an idea that we humans were created by an alien race and we did not exist but were part of some goofy advanced culture’s computer games,” she said.
“Yeah,” said Donald Rabbit. “The aliens made a game called Earth and created billions of avatars. Earth itself is a huge computer game. We think we’re alive but we’re just blips in a computer game.”
“If the aliens had such a game, you could spoil everything by spreading such ideas,” said Officer Rabbit.
“So what are you going to do about it?” asked Donald Rabbit. “Reprogram me?”
“If there were such a game that would be against the rules,” said Officer Rabbit.
“How do you know that?” asked Donald Rabbit.
“Trust me,” said Officer Rabbit. And she winked at him. Or seemed to – but she was really activating a faraway program via her Stat Glasses.
And at that instant, one of the eight planets spinning around the Sun vanished. And the alien game players were down to seven worlds.
And there was no more Earth.
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