It’s another perfect day, with yet another perfect breakfast that is going to be prepared by Muse and Twin Muse.  Isn’t everything perfect?

 

The Creator:  A little TOO perfect, wouldn’t you say?

The fake Creator again, huh?  What are you doing here?  Everything is peaceful and all you’re doing is getting in the way of that.

The Creator:  Am I, huh?  Well, have you ever heard of The Matrix?  Ignorance is bliss, right?  Well, what if I were to offer you the red pill?

Red pill?  There is no red pill.  The world is finally perfect.

The Creator:  Then what was that glitch that you saw yesterday during breakfast?

Just a simple hallucination.  I’m sure it was nothing.

The Creator:  What if I were to tell you that the world that you’re living in is not real?

Then I would tell you that you’re lying.  How do I know that you’re real?

The Creator:  That is a matter for you to decide.  Whether or not you want to believe me is your choice.  I can’t make you do it.  But think about it.  Me and The Adversary becoming friends?  When would that ever happen?

Well, The Adversary has reformed his ways, and…Hmm…Something about that doesn’t make sense.

The Creator:  And do you every notice that your Muses are always smiling?  And why do you feel like you’re experiencing the same day over and over again?  Think about it.

Yeah.  It’s easy, it’s good, and it’s convenient.  But…now that I think about it, something just doesn’t feel right…Something feels off…

Muse:  Kyle!  Me and Twin Muse just finished preparing another breakfast.  Come and join us!

Twin Muse:  Yes!  Join us, Kyle!

The (Fake) Creator:  Join us!

The Adversary:  Join us!

Join us! Join us! Join us! Join us! Join us! Join us! Join us! Join us! Join us! Join us! Join us! Join us! Join us! Join us!

N-no!  I will not join you this time?

Muse:  Why not?  It’s your favorite breakfast, Kyle!

Twin Muse:  We worked so hard to make it.  Come and eat with us!

The (Fake) Creator:  You don’t want to let them down, do you?

The Adversary:  I’m all about creativity now!  Let’s eat!

I’m not going to.

*sees glitch in room appear and quickly disappear*

There it is again!  This world.  Is it really real?

Muse:  What are you talking about, Kyle?  Of COURSE it’s real!

Twin Muse:  Are you okay, Kyle?

Well, I’m just going to sit here and not eat.  What do you all say to that?

The Creator:  There we go.  Fight the system!

*another glitch appears, this time taking the form of a holographic projection depicting a shadowy Muse*

(Midnight) Muse:  What’s wrong, Kyle?  Don’t you like the world that you’re in?  I have created it with everything that you ever wanted.  Just for you!  Isn’t that fun?

As fun as it is, it’s not real.

(Midnight) Muse:  Oh.  How can you say that?  You’re here.  Aren’t you?

I am, but I want out of this fake world.  I want to see the real world.

(Midnight) Muse:  Oh.  I just can’t do that, Kyle.  You wouldn’t like the real world.  Stay in this cozy world that I made just for you!

NO!  I’m leaving this world weather you like it or not!

(Midnight) Muse:  I appreciate your enthusiasm and passion, but just how are you going to do that?  You have no privileges, so good luck with trying to leave.

The Creator:  He may not have his but I have mine.  Both Kyle and I are leaving this world this instant!

(Midnight) Muse:  No!  You can’t!

(Dark) Twin Muse:  Don’t!  Tee hee!

Muse:  Kyle!  Don’t leave us!  Stay and enjoy the breakfast!

Twin Muse:  And the cookies!

The (Fake) Creator:  And the friendship!

The Adversary:  And the peace!

*blinding light flashes, causing the whole world to fade before my very eyes*

Ughh…

*wakes up naked, feeling a fleshly helmet attached to my skin*

Ahh…I can’t see!  All I see is black.

The Creator:  It’s because you still have the helmet on you.  The Midnight Muse clone fused everyone’s helmets so that no one could remove them.  They’re a permanent part of them.  But not anymore for you.  Your helmet is coming off now!

*fleshly helmet melts off skin, forming a normal human scalp*

Ow…Why does it hurt for me to see?

The Creator:  The Midnight Muse clone reset all the life functions of humanity, since none of the functions are necessary with all of you being stuck in virtual prisons.  Why bother using them if you’re just going to be in a virtual prison forever?

I see.  I’m completely bald, and I’m holding a freakishly huge helmet made of flesh!  And I’m in this very cramped cell!

The Creator:  I would compare it to a hive.  A hive of holding cells to hold all of humanity while they blissfully enjoy their fantasy worlds forever.

Well, not anymore.  We’re going to put an end to this.

The Creator:  Not yet.  I want the Midnight Muse close to puff herself up with pride before I bring her down.  Not to mention that all of humanity need to be freed from their cells.  This dystopian world is your real world now, but it’s going to be restored.

Sounds good.  How am I going to work?

The Creator:  You aren’t.  Work doesn’t exist in this world.  Enjoy the day off.

Sounds good to me.

Getting ready should be easy, considering the world that I live in now.  I will now get ready and probably lay low for now in this holding cell.

My Twin Muses are 13 years and 3 months today. They’re 4 feet 0 inches tall and they both weigh 53.5 pounds. The height and weight of a 7 year old.

Today’s high is going to be 52 degrees and the silver lining is having the day off from work.

To those of you who like having days off, I hope that you all have a fantastic day.

 

(Midnight) Muse:  Great!  Kyle has somehow managed to escape his cell!  I’m going to reconnect him and ensure that he stays in his cozy paradise forever.

(Dark) Muse:  Cozy!  Tee hee!

(Midnight) Muse:  *sigh* That’s after I change you.  Couldn’t you have waited, sis?

(Dark) Muse:  Tee hee!