Romans & histoires Reality

"This is real." **

I woke up I saw I was in a hospital Where I am Hey Alex u have to stay down for now you need rest,am so stupid I could have pick you up when you call am sorry What happened The police saw you and saw that you are alive and brought you here but the other lady didn't make it Other lady,other lady t__t__the va___am__pire the vampire, vampire are real I saw it Hey Alex are you ok Vampire are real,he say anything his pet

KATRINA "I wish, we can be like this forever." She said wholeheartedly. "Bitch, forever does not exist. Dream on!" "You really know how to ruin the good atmosphere, Kat!" "I'm just saying the truth, Tina." "What truth? That forever doesn't exist? You know what? If forever really does not exist it shouldn't be in the dictionary in the first place." "Dictionary has it but people don't have it." I said in contrary and rolled my eyes.

They would be gods of their own virtual reality. Portal B (The True Real): A jagged, harsh landscape of a dying universe. A world where the Architects had harvested everything. It was cold, it was dangerous, and they would be physical, mortal beings once again. "If you go to the Real," the Developer warned, "there is no 'Respawn.' If you die there, you are gone. And your powers... they won't work like they did in the code. You’ll just be wolves in a world of machines."

a gap. “You continue to exist,” it said. Immediately. correcting. but weaker. because now it wasn’t fully certain. “No,” I said. stronger this time. because I saw it. the flaw. “You’re removing what makes existence real.” The mark flickered again. stronger. because that mattered. the presence shifted. not violently. recalculating. “Reality persists independent of assigned value,” it said. The words precise. clean. wrong. “Then why are you doing this?” I asked. because that was the question. the one it couldn’t answer cleanly. the space rippled. because now it had to process something new. something outside its defined logic.

I frown slightly. “What does that mean?” The answer comes slowly. Carefully. “This reality was moving toward singular optimization.” A pause. “Now it moves toward uncertainty.” Theodore blinks “…Is that… bad?” The presence looks at him. And for the first time It doesn’t answer immediately Because it genuinely doesn’t know My chest tightens again Because uncertainty has now spread everywhere. Not just humanity. The system The being beyond existence Reality itself Everything is changing The Real Fear Not destruction. Not control.

My enhanced abilities that were supposed to make me harder to fool have become the very mechanism through which I'm being controlled. Real, I try to decide with desperate certainty. Those memories are real, which means the footage was fake, which means Rhett is still fighting for me. But even as I think it, I know I'm just choosing what to believe rather than determining what's actually true. When reality becomes completely fluid, belief becomes the only anchor available—even when that belief might be wrong. And maybe that's enough, I think with sudden, fragile hope. Maybe choosing to believe in love is what makes it real, regardless of whether it started as g

"Then tell us everything. How do we differentiate between the realities? How do we find you... the other you?" The room grew colder as Selene began to recount the Council's dark experiments, detailing how they had played with the fabric of reality, creating rifts and fusions. "To differentiate between realities," she began, "you need to be observant. There are subtle differences, markers that indicate which reality you’re in." Suddenly, a cacophony of whispers echoed through the chamber. The very walls seemed to be muttering, an unsettling reminder of the unstable reality around us.