One day, I realized... someone was looking through my eyes.
More precisely — one morning, after waking up, something felt off.
I rub my eyes slowly — it doesn't help.
I slowly sit up, look around the room, and suddenly the world... starts lagging.
No matter where I look, the image jumps every second.
It lasts maybe a minute... but eventually, it stops.
I'm covered in sweat.
My head is pounding.
My eyes hurt.
But I get up.
I go to the bathroom to take a cold shower.
I feel like someone who drank a whole bottle of cheap vodka and is trying to recover.
Maybe it's just side effects of the new retinal implant.
Maybe the place wasn't fully legal... but I couldn't afford anything official...
These implants aren't cheap.
And off the record, you can always get something cheaper.
But as you can see... at what cost.
I got up and went to the bathroom.
Undressed. Turned on the cold shower.
While washing, the same glitch happened again...
but something else followed.
For a moment... I lost control of my body.
My hand stopped mid-motion.
I had no control over it.
I just stood there... frozen.
And then I felt it.
Like someone else was there.
With me.
Inside my head.
I tried to whisper — "What the hell"—
but something didn't even let me open my mouth.
Like a block...
Cutting me off from my own body.
I can see.
I can hear.
But I can't do anything else.
After a moment... it stops.
I finish the shower quickly.
The only thing I want now is to contact the people who did the procedure.
I dry off fast. Get dressed.
Run to my room and grab my phone.
I dial the number.
I hear:
[SUBSCRIBER UNAVAILABLE]
— Fuck... no. This can't be real. I probably dialed wrong — I try again.
Same answer.
"Subscriber unavailable."
This can't be happening.
The only thing I can do... is go there.
Keys. Shoes. I run to the car.
—I don't understand... I just don't understand— I whisper.
And then it happens again.
I lose control.
The only thing I feel... is the car accelerating.
I'm not controlling anything.
Speed climbs. 130.
I fight myself.
But it doesn't matter.
Cars pass by.
Barely missing them.
Like someone's playing with me.
Like I'm part of a game.
And suddenly — control comes back.
At the last second, I avoid a fuel truck.
I pull over.
Step out of the car.
I'm shaking. Covered in sweat.
I sit on the ground.
— Fuck... what is happening... this isn't funny anymore...
I get back in.
The place where I had the procedure... it's right around the corner.
I turn.
Pull up to the building.
Abandoned.
Windows boarded up.
Holograms flashing: [FOR RENT]
I grab the handle.
Locked.
I look through the cracks...
Empty.
I grab my phone again.
— What the fuck did you do to me...
I get in the car.
About to leave.
Again.
LAG.
I can feel it coming.
Sweat floods my body.
Then... it stops.
— Fuck... I thought it was happening again—
Driving back, I keep thinking...
What is happening to me?
Why is someone controlling me?
How far can this go?
Police?
Doctor?
With what proof?
At home, I rush in.
I see the folder.
— Yes... let's see—
The moment I touch it...
I lose control again.
Completely.
I can see everything.
But I can't move.
My body walks into the kitchen.
Looking around...
Searching...
My eyes lock onto a lighter.
I already know.
Next to it — a pen.
I pick it up.
I start writing...
Or rather... something writes through me.
"YOU WILL NEVER KNOW"
"YOU ARE OURS"
The folder is lifted in front of my eyes.
Like it wants me to remember this moment.
The lighter clicks.
Flame.
The folder burns.
Paper disappears in seconds.
The pen goes into my pocket.
Or... I put it there.
The folder lands in the sink.
Burning.
Gone.
And I know...
I will never find out.
It steps back.
A few meters.
So I can watch.
As my last chance turns into ash.
For a moment... control returns.
I run.
Too late.
Nothing left.
— WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME?! WHY?!—
I sit at the table.
He sees.
He hears.
He knows.
The notebook is there.
I place the pen.
— Why are you doing this to me?
Control slips again.
The hand writes:
"Because they want it"
"We all want it"
— Who is 'we'? Who are 'they'?
"You signed the agreement"
"You didn't read it"
"You did this to yourself"
—I just wanted to fix my vision... I couldn't afford it... I thought you were helping—
The page is torn out.
Hidden.
Something bigger is coming.
Something worse.
Then—
LAG.
FLASH.
DARKNESS.
And then...
I see it.
| [VIEWERS: 12,698] [🔴 LIVE] |
| [CHAT] |
| unknown_01: can he see us? |
| sys_watch: control acquired |
| marta_x: WTF WHO WROTE THAT |
| neo77: this isn't a stream anymore... |
| ghostline: something else is controlling him |
| user_014: he's not in control |
| marta_x: I'm leaving... |
And I see everything.
The interface.
The stream.
— What the fuck are you doing... why me... is this entertainment for you?
I see the chat.
I see them playing with my life.
"Take him to the roof"
"Yes! Jump!"
"Stop this..."
"Go. Go."
I stand.
Walk out.
Climb to the roof.
I'm standing at the edge.
This is it.
The end.
It pulls out the paper.
The pen.
Writes:
"Thank you for participating"
"STATUS: COMPLETED"
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