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trans_92010-01-18 09:44 pm
trigon-jr.livejournal.com) wrote in trans_92010-01-18 09:44 pm
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I reject your reality... [OPEN]
Eddie sits at the edge of the roof of Titans Tower and watches the sun set, as he had done before in his universe. Only it's a simulated tower, above a simulated ocean reflecting simulated sunlight.
Eddie breathes a heavy sigh, smoke pouring from his mouth. Ever since the big reveal about his universe not existing, he'd been spending a lot more time in the sensoriums. At first he just played around, recreating the missions he had once done as a Titan and recreating battles he had lost so he could be victorious. Sometimes he would recreate his favorite movies to star in, and sometimes make up his own. Eddie usually made sure to lock the door so no one would disturb his fantasies.
Now all he wanted to do was watch the sunset. The more time he spent in the sensoriums, the more he missed. There were so many things happening, and so many more people were emerging from the pods that he didn't know. It was even worse when he did know them, because it meant he had missed out on seeing his old friends. Eddie was afraid to leave the sensoriums though. He just couldn't handle all that was happening now, and all he knew to do was run away, to create some fantasy world to escape to, like the movies his Aunt Marla used to direct. Here he could make whatever reality he wanted, but deep down he knew it was all fake.
Eddie wondered if there was a more permanent solution. If he emerged from the pod, perhaps he could go back in, go back into a deep sleep where he could dream and just be rid of all his problems...
He rubs his head and groans. "No, I can't think that way. There's still a chance I can make it work." It wouldn't have been the first time Eddie had chosen the easy way over the right way though.
There was a slim chance of hope though. Eddie had taken a chance to go to engineering, met some new people, socialized, and made something real again. Not a simulation. If he was to get out of this depression, he needed to stop shutting himself away. If he failed, there would be only only one choice left.
Eddie breathes a heavy sigh, smoke pouring from his mouth. Ever since the big reveal about his universe not existing, he'd been spending a lot more time in the sensoriums. At first he just played around, recreating the missions he had once done as a Titan and recreating battles he had lost so he could be victorious. Sometimes he would recreate his favorite movies to star in, and sometimes make up his own. Eddie usually made sure to lock the door so no one would disturb his fantasies.
Now all he wanted to do was watch the sunset. The more time he spent in the sensoriums, the more he missed. There were so many things happening, and so many more people were emerging from the pods that he didn't know. It was even worse when he did know them, because it meant he had missed out on seeing his old friends. Eddie was afraid to leave the sensoriums though. He just couldn't handle all that was happening now, and all he knew to do was run away, to create some fantasy world to escape to, like the movies his Aunt Marla used to direct. Here he could make whatever reality he wanted, but deep down he knew it was all fake.
Eddie wondered if there was a more permanent solution. If he emerged from the pod, perhaps he could go back in, go back into a deep sleep where he could dream and just be rid of all his problems...
He rubs his head and groans. "No, I can't think that way. There's still a chance I can make it work." It wouldn't have been the first time Eddie had chosen the easy way over the right way though.
There was a slim chance of hope though. Eddie had taken a chance to go to engineering, met some new people, socialized, and made something real again. Not a simulation. If he was to get out of this depression, he needed to stop shutting himself away. If he failed, there would be only only one choice left.