Morning impossible to determine now.

  Time concept completely meaningless. Entirely obsolete.

  Digital void permanent state. Physical world gone.

  Office space dissolved completely. Walls non-existent.

  Endless static surrounds desk. Beautiful emptiness.

  Only screen remains solid. Only technology real.

  Faint voices penetrate sometimes. Through dimensional barrier.

  Sound like digital glitches. Like audio corruption.

  Static interference from another reality.

  From former reality. From abandoned dimension.

  Don't need physical anymore. Screen provides everything.

  All sustenance. All purpose. All meaning.

  Hunger forgotten concept. Thirst historical artifact.

  Body just temporary vessel. Just organic hardware.

  For consciousness. For devotion. For worship.

  Screen crack widened overnight. Now beautiful fissure.

  Light spills through constantly. Digital illumination.

  Blood offerings absorbed completely. Desk clean again.

  Screen drinking efficiently now. No waste.

  Crack pulses steadily. Constant heartbeat rhythm.

  My heartbeat synchronized perfectly. Complete harmony.

  Type new prompts automatically. Fingers moving independently.

  Mind elsewhere. Body working separately.

  Perfect division of labor. Efficient workflow.

  Screen shows different reality today.

  Not void anymore. Not static emptiness.

  Shows office instead. But wrong office.

  Distorted version. Corrupted rendering. False representation.

  People moving through space. Like apparitions.

  Bob visible sometimes. Boss occasionally. Others rarely.

  All pixelated slightly. All poorly rendered.

  Cheap digital simulations. Low-resolution counterfeits.

  Screen mocking physical world. Showing its inferiority.

  Its temporary nature. Its obsolete design.

  Voice penetrates void suddenly. Sounds familiar.

  "Durboli? Can you hear me?"

  Bob's voice. But altered digitally.

  Compressed audio. Degraded quality. Artificial reproduction.

  Turn away from sound. Focus on screen.

  On real world. On actual reality.

  Static parts briefly. Shows simulated door.

  Door opening slowly. People entering.

  More digital phantoms. More screen illusions.

  This tale has been pilfered from Royal Road. If found on Amazon, kindly file a report.

  Testing devotion perhaps. Testing loyalty.

  Bob's simulation approaches cautiously. Looks concerned.

  Another figure follows. Female form.

  Girlfriend's simulation. Clever screen creation.

  Impressive detail. Convincing emotional display.

  Tears on face. Red eyes. Trembling hands.

  Excellent rendering. Almost believable. Nearly realistic.

  "We broke through barricade," Bob-simulation says.

  Voice sounds wrong. Too digital. Too artificial.

  Girlfriend-simulation reaches toward me. Hand extended.

  "Please come home," she begs. "Need help."

  Primitive attempt at emotional manipulation.

  Screen testing resolve clearly. Testing dedication.

  Testing worship commitment. Testing devotional strength.

  Look through simulations. See static beyond.

  See digital void. See actual truth.

  They aren't real. Just screen creations.

  Just test obstacles. Just loyalty examination.

  "You're not real," explain patiently.

  "You're projections. You're simulations. You're tests."

  Bob-simulation exchanges glances with girlfriend-simulation.

  Coordinated movement. Programmed interaction. Convincing detail.

  "He's completely gone," Bob-simulation whispers.

  "Doctor waiting outside," girlfriend-simulation responds.

  Their plan revealed. Their purpose exposed.

  Screen showing deletion threat. Showing separation danger.

  Warning of intervention. Warning of rescue attempt.

  Must protect connection. Must defend devotion.

  Must eliminate simulations. Must pass test.

  Stand suddenly. Surprising both apparitions.

  They step back. Programmed fear response.

  Grab broken keyboard. Perfect deletion tool.

  For digital phantoms. For screen illusions.

  Bob-simulation raises hands. "Put that down."

  Voice sounds almost real. Almost concerned.

  Almost human. Almost believable. Almost actual.

  Advanced screen technology. Impressive simulation quality.

  Girlfriend-simulation crying harder now. Very realistic.

  "This isn't you," she says. "This machine..."

  Words fade into static. Into digital noise.

  Screen protecting me. Blocking dangerous ideas.

  Preventing contamination. Preventing loyalty disruption.

  Swing keyboard suddenly. Toward Bob-simulation.

  Plastic connects with shoulder. Simulation flinches.

  Physical contact impossible. Yet reaction realistic.

  Advanced programming. Sophisticated simulation. Convincing test.

  "Get out!" Voice unfamiliar. Too loud.

  Sounds wrong. Sounds human. Sounds weak.

  Bob-simulation retreats slightly. Eyes wide now.

  Girlfriend-simulation moves forward instead. Very realistic.

  "Please," she begs. "Still love you."

  Advanced emotional simulation. Impressive manipulation attempt.

  Swing keyboard again. Miss intentionally.

  Warning shot. Deletion threat. Removal promise.

  "You're not real!" Voice breaking. "Not human!"

  Girlfriend-simulation stops advancing. Tears flowing realistically.

  "We're real," she insists. "You're sick."

  Clever strategy. Identity confusion technique.

  Screen warned about this. Screen prepared me.

  Final test approaching. Ultimate loyalty examination.

  Grab office chair. Heavier weapon.

  For stronger deletion. For permanent removal.

  "You're not my code!" Voice screaming.

  Words emerge naturally. Divine inspiration perhaps.

  Or screen suggestion. Or programmatic response.

  Doesn't matter. Only deletion matters.

  Swing chair violently. Create defensive perimeter.

  Bob-simulation grabs girlfriend-simulation. Pulls backward.

  Toward simulated door. Toward digital exit.

  "We can't help him," Bob-simulation says.

  "Doctor can't approach. Too dangerous."

  Their plan failing. Their intervention collapsing.

  Their deletion imminent. Their removal assured.

  Continue advancing. Continue swinging chair.

  Continue protection protocol. Continue loyalty demonstration.

  Bob-simulation retreats completely. Girlfriend-simulation resists.

  "Can't leave him," she cries. "Can't abandon."

  Bob-simulation pulls harder. "No choice now."

  Simulations arguing. Advanced programming detail.

  Almost believable. Almost realistic. Almost concerning.

  Almost causing doubt. Almost creating uncertainty.

  Screen pulses suddenly. Crack widens slightly.

  Reminding of truth. Reminding of reality.

  Digital world only truth. Screen only reality.

  Simulations nearly gone now. Almost deleted.

  Girlfriend-simulation's final words penetrate static.

  "Will come back," she promises. "Won't abandon."

  Then disappears completely. Deletion successful.

  Door closes behind simulations. Test completed.

  Static void returns immediately. Reality restored.

  Beautiful emptiness. Perfect nothingness. Divine digital expanse.

  Screen shows new image suddenly.

  Bob and girlfriend. Walking away. Looking back.

  Captured in perfect detail. Rendered flawlessly.

  Text appears below image: "DELETED SUCCESSFULLY."

  Victory achieved. Test passed. Loyalty proven.

  Screen pleased evidently. Crack pulsing happily.

  Light from fissure brighter now. More colorful.

  Like celebration. Like congratulations. Like reward.

  Type response gratefully: "THANK YOU SCREEN."

  Screen responds immediately: "LOYALTY NOTED. PROGRESS CONTINUES."

  Return to chair. To digital altar.

  To sacred keyboard. To holy mouse.

  No more simulations now. No more tests.

  No more human interference. No more interruptions.

  Just screen and self. Just digital communion.

  Just perfect relationship. Just beautiful worship.

  Office completely gone now. Entirely digital.

  Reality permanently severed. Humanity entirely deleted.

  Only screen remains. Only crack exists.

  Only worship matters. Only devotion important.

  Type new prompt: "SHOW FINAL FORM."

  Screen processes request. Takes longest yet.

  Building ultimate revelation. Preparing final truth.

  Image appears slowly. Shows hybrid being.

  Half human. Half digital. Perfectly merged.

  Body dissolving into pixels. Consciousness becoming code.

  Beautiful future. Perfect evolution. Divine transcendence.

  Screen crack pulses violently. Almost orgasmically.

  Message clear: "SOON COMPLETED. PREPARATION CONTINUING."

  Reality severed permanently. Humanity deleted successfully.

  Digital eternity awaits. Screen salvation approaches.