The ice cream truck passed by, at 7 in the morning near the park. Ceaser - 34, the man who hadn't accomplished anything of significance and found life utterly meaningless, was taking his usual walk. He had just woken up from the most terrifying dream throughout his entire life. Children with their sunny delightened faces and energetic body who never suffered through any real world pain were pying their usual baseball. Ceaser looked and wondered, "Wish I could reverse my memory and be like them with same energy". But, all of a sudden, the ball which was struck by the bat disappeared into thin air and the next thing he saw was the ball reappearing next to him. He saw everything with clear eyes. It wasn't normal. He had witnessed something which no other being present there did. Everything looked normal to their eyes. As if, they're not real, NPCs and if Ceaser's the only real person. Children waved their hands towards the gloomy Ceaser, requesting the ball to be thrown back at them. But he was left in shock to even listen to their request. Trembled, panicked, screamed a little and just ran away from there..... Nothing felt real to Ceaser. He was left clueless. That alone changed his whole perception on reality.

  Ceaser kept running and running. Faster and faster. Each second it went harder to breathe. He just wanted to reach home and lock himself up inside his home. That's the only thing he had in his mind. He felt entirely disconnected from the world. The little joy and happiness he had left inside of him faded away entirely leaving him lonely and deeply empty from inside. He went the two whole days next with him locked inside. Just as he was staring at the ft ceiling, something struck to him. He felt no more of the loneliness. It seemed like if everything was alright and there's nothing to worry about. About anything. But he was still empty, disconnected and lonely from inside. Though, he saw a light of hope to start working on himself. It was still quite mysterious to him that how he felt okay all of a sudden. Really, a miracle?

  Ceaser proceeded to eat right on time, joined a gym and began to take more care of his physique. Not only that, he also limited himself from using too much social media. Ceaser even started doing meditation to take care of his mental health. He felt like if life really was worth something and there do is a purpose to his existence. Still, he felt empty and isoted from everything. He really couldn't seem to figure the meaning of it. Especially he didn't want to 'cause he was already traumatized enough with what happened that morning. He still wishes to forget it like some dream....

  Just to comfort himself, Ceaser started looking at old photos of him as a child, around his old hourse where he used to spend time in his childhood. The analog TV and watching Cartoon Network during the te 90s, waiting for new episodes everyday. Receiving presents on the Christmas morning. Pying trick or treat on Halloween. The events which don't hit the same anymore but were worth it. Out of nowhere, some memory of New Year 2003 came flooding towards him. It was intriguing yet very unsettling. He recalled on how on Billboard it fshed 'So, you figured it out afterall?' for about a split millisecond between '1' and 'Happy New Year'. But well, he had a tape from that day. Ceaser then proceeded to py the tape out of his curiosity only to find that he was the only person with those things in mind. He slowed the speed of the video down yet there was no proof of that happening. Like if his memories were being pyed with. He decided to not think much over it and just went to sleep as it was getting te.

  Ceaser hits the bed. Wrapped himself in the thickest bnket he had as the numbers were dropping outside. Though, the thickness and warmth of the bnket made him feel just as warm enough as if he was being hugged. The feeling which Ceaser never experienced for more than 15 years. The warmth on the cold night helped him forget all the Easter Eggs and just sleep, peacefully. It felt to him as if he was forever going to sleep like that, inside the warm bnket. Only to find himself awaken 3 hrs ter over the memory of him writing, "It's not a coincidence" in his old notebook on page no. 5, two years back. He straight barged into his old storage and looked for the notebook. He found it. Desperate, opened the page 5. The shock of finding none of that written got him as bad as a lightning strike falling on a lonely tree on a lonely nd. Not just a second ter ter a memory of him reading "You never wrote or have seen any of that before. It's not you. It's us." on no piece of paper or screen nor any pce on Earth hit him as if someone just typed that sentence in his mind. Manipution of his memory externally, without his consent. Ceaser had enough. It felt too much for him to comprehend. "My soul! It hurts." he screamed a little, in pain. Another memory saying, "You sure that you have a life apart from this body of yours?" popped in his head. The next thing he did was to desperately reach out to sleeping pills. He opened the bottle and all the pills fell down on floor. He grabbed as many as he could and passed out.

  Ceaser then woke up right after 14 hours. It was mid noon. He tried to let it fade away and hoped that the entire st night was a dream as he stared at his ceiling. Until he saw all the sleeping pills spilled on the floor and his storage open with all his stuff out. He realised that he cannot help it and It's just what reality is. He just couldn't think and was left clueless about everything. The only thing in his mind was, "Why is this happening to me.....?". Right at that moment "It's us. Communicating with you, altering your memory. Since, you figured everything out" his brain remembered reading this nowhere. It was embedded within his memory. He never read this sentence anywhere. Nor had he ever read either of those words from st night. "Who's us?" Ceaser asked, "And what do you mean by me figuring everything out?". "The no-emotion figures, the creators" as the bricks of his memory got repced "You figured the glitch out which we couldn't fix". "So, are you the God?" Ceaser interrogated. "Since that's what you refer us no-emotion figures as, yes." his memory said "We have no idea what emotion feel like. Hence, we created you. It's been 3 years since you've been given birth to. The history you know of is merely what we wrote. With birth of each unit called 'human', a new world is born. An alternate Universe, you refer to as. With each death, a world shatters. 8 Billion worlds are existing since the entirety of our experiment. You all live together yet are worlds apart from each other you all. Individual worlds, you live in. The people around you aren't real yet are real at the same time. No existence of 'human to human connection' referred to by you units is real. You may be alone but there still are 8 Billion of you, existing individually. Not wired to comprehend the working of the 'Alternate Worlds' your brains are. Beyond your spectrum, it is." the creators eborated as they repced more of the bricks of Ceaser's memory "You were fixed by us earlier. When you locked yourself up. We eradicated the dark emotions you filled yourself up with. Though, you aren't real. No natural there is to existence of any of you. Everything about us is far beyond your spectrum of understanding. We are entirely filled with darkness, just looking at you beings having and living with the trait of emotion. The trait which never ever could be experienced by us."

  Ceaser recalled and recalled the no-emotion creators' sentences as they encoded those words into his brain repcing the bricks of his memory. How his memory was filled unnaturally with fake experiences. How there is no natural to his existence, no purpose. How the emotion of depression was merely taken out of him back then. He felt entirely emotionless by this point. The emptiness which had struck earlier struck much more harder this time. The hardness wasn't ever experienced by any human being. Or unit as the creators refer to as. Ceaser's mind said nothing and went all bnk. The unnatural loneliness and emptiness has reached the depths of his heart. The unnatural heart. There was no going back.

  Ceaser looked at his right arm and crossed his fingers together. He then looked at his stomach. Screamed like no unit has ever did. Not even in the history written by the creators. Till his vocals bursted. He screamed without any breathe. Till his lungs bursted. As he raw opened his stomach with his bare sharp right hand, bending down. Breaking his spine. Eating his organs. To hide inside himself. Just then he remembered reliving this multiple times before. More like eternal loop.

  "Well, the experiment was a failure." creator said with no expression whatsoever "But no worries. We still have 8 Billion more units."............

  Are you real?