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Hymns of Utopia (1)

 Many ships were marching towards one designated location which were commanded to their pilots before the advent of this mission. Not caring about the aftermath they approached they had only one mission in their head and that was to conquer the land they seemed to us like humans without intent as though they were designed just to complete the mission. We saw a flock of ships coming towards as soon as we  saw them we guarded our ships and attacked them with our missiles imbedded beneath the cockpit of our ships. There ships twirled and dodged our missiles as though they were performing a circus show . One of the soldiers left the cockpit  used the flying jet instilled in his armor numerous guns and weaponry coming out of his armor and been wielded in his hands. He evaded from our ship and entered theirs only to find himself getting dismantled by them. Like numerous soldiers infiltrated our foes ship whereas our ship was been automated . We saw our foes ships been morphed and transformed into something else. In midst of all this I looked around me and saw a bunch of people wearing VR headsets and devotedly playing game as though there spirits were encapsulated in that game but then ironically found myself wearing the same VR headset I was shocked , I could now see two totally different realities been intertwined been next to each other. Hurry fool what the fuck are you doing somebody was yelling at me I immediately wore the headset without even questioning or even knowing who the person was as though we were held as hostage by this supreme authority who is just commanding us without any coherent reason and we were too listening to him like a slave to his master. Anyways I was wearing the headset but as soon as I wore it I find myself inside a bunker all the people besides me were sleeping somehow I found those peoples face more familiar maybe I saw them earlier I thought to myself . Oh wow congratulation I see you are a rebel you successfully evaded from this portal he exclaimed . Who are you ?  I asked. Don't you remember me i am your senior Michael . So your name is MichaĆ«l i asked . No you dumbass how can one be so forgetful it's obvious for a person to forget his family and behaviorism while living so many realities but forgetting ones name that's something strange. Sudden streak of fragmented images flashed down my eyes like a jigsaw puzzle joining together to create a beautiful yet saddening imagery. I found myself been an invader, been a merchant, preacher, enchantress and so many things but who I am originally , What am i doing here , for how long I am here I asked him that digression was so smooth like in a moment thoughts in my mind evaded from me and posed themselves as questions to him. Oh don't worry you are not here for a while it might seem to you so but that's how it was designed to make you reincarnate and resurrect several times without you having any hint of it he said . Is my life so boring and futile that i have to rely on this weird looking thing to attribute meaning and relevance to it I said with a sense of despair. Not just you there are several people like you who are here experiencing the same things you refute from and that too willingly , kid first look at yourself ,how young you are to attribute meaning to your life Michael said laughingly. Looking at my small and fragile limbs I realized i was just a wimpy kid who probably came here to have thrill. Now get out of here asap you had enough go have your lunch your lunch time is getting over Michael said with anguish and pushed me out of that strange bunker, slamming the door in front of me i turned my head around and saw a long stair case ascending towards the main door. HURRY he shouted, what we are doing here is illegal you shouldn't stay here for a while.

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