The beginning

In a small room where there was a bed, a wardrobe (not what you call your clothes closet) is a table with an old computer.

An 18- to 19-year-old boy can be seen lying on the bedroom floor, having been dead for some time. It would probably stay there until the smell drew the attention of the neighbors, but a small bluish light seemed to enter the cold body. In some mysterious, supernatural or even miraculous way, the boy just opened his eyes again.

And somehow, the only thing seen was the dark roof, he didn't know what happened, or where he was, the last memory he had was returning from programming college and seeing a cargo truck out of control go towards a little girl who didn't look more than 7 years old.

Getting up, but still sitting on the floor, he looked around, he definitely wasn't in a hospital, it couldn't be heaven either, it's because of the snow falling outside, it wasn't hell either... Maybe a transmission? yes... that could be it, maybe like some anime, or novels I've seen, however, this doesn't seem to be a world with dungeons, demon lords, monsters or heroes.

"If it were one of those worlds, I don't think it would have a computer." Having nothing to do, he simply got up, now seeing the bedroom door.

Leaving through the door, the small semi-empty room, which served as kitchen and living room, even without a television, was strangely familiar, something told him that in one of the two old doors was the small bathroom, the other would lead outside. of building. Deciding to see what the bathroom was like, he just headed for the door to the right of his room.

The bathroom was nothing special, a toilet, a sink with a mirror and an electric shower.

However, when he saw the mirror, he was curious about his new appearance, when he looked at his reflected image. See, a man six feet tall, pale skin, looked like he'd been out in the sun for weeks or even months, blue eyes with large black circles under his eyes, as if he hadn't slept for many nights, and a thin, almost skeletal body.

He didn't know his new name, didn't know where he was, or what the timeline was.

The boy standing in front of the mirror was very different from the usual image, chocolate skin, curly hair in a mohawk, black eyes and an average body of 1.74 is the body formed by a little bit of 4 years of gym. name was João, a Brazilian exchange student who went to the United States to study game programming at college. He might not know where he was, but he knew it wasn't the USA, nor his beloved homeland, Brazil.

There were no photos scattered around the house as Brazilians liked, there were no rugs on the porcelain floor, there wasn't even a floor, it was a gray carpet that covered the entire apartment, except for the bathroom, gray walls were not common in Brazil either, but the city of tall buildings is stamped with different colored graffiti paintings, the beautiful tree that grew right below the apartment, the children playing in the courtyard of the building with each other, without giving importance to color, clothes and toys they had , just played together without fear.

The adults who chatted smiling to each other while watching the children's party, the welcoming air that everything squandered, the same feeling he grew up with surrounded by, teenagers in colorful clothes passing by talking to their friends. The boys playing football with animation, the thin layer of snow on the ground, so little was the snow that you could still see the ground with dry grass underneath it.

People were talking happily, so different from the US, brightly colored clothes, not your typical American boring gray, every skin tone and haircut you can imagine, little kids snoring with tag and teenagers chatting, probably about a recent topic or even politics.

By all indications it was either a holiday, weekend or school vacation, at least if classes, like in Brazil, lasted from seven in the morning until five in the afternoon. people were so full... even the elderly were sitting on the benches watching the possible grandchildren playing with their little friends. What place was that? how could the depressing air of a country come together with the same lively air he is familiar with from his childhood?.

He had no idea until he heard a metallic sound ring in his head as soon as he set foot in the kitchen, his mind being filled with different memories.

From a baby that was abandoned in the orphanage, a child adopted by an abusive family, to a teenager with a dream similar to yours to be a great programmer. A strong headache filled his mind, with information that wasn't his, memories he never lived, his old name was more and more distant, the name of Jonathan Gomes was fixed in his memory. It was as if this had always been his life, had he just regained the memories of his first life or had he really gained the memories of a new body? It was hard to say... I had two memories, Brazilian and American food, the typical Brazilian weekend barbecue, the pizzas almost 8 cm high, the big hot dogs that ranged from sausage, corn, sauces, cheese and so on. alfase with mashed potatoes, America should be ashamed of what they call a snack.

If you remembered the fried butter, a snack you would never eat again, how does anyone eat that thing???. He had memories coming from the thousands of delicious fruits they had in Brazil, and how cheap the fresh vegetables were, less than two dollars and you could buy more than a kilo of fresh vegetables, not the frozen ones it's bland, from the sweetest avocados the biggest in the world. that of a human head.

Of the more than 300 fruits that can only be grown in Brazil, from the sweet Red Acelora, to the pink guava that was the size of a fist, to the jabuticaba with an almost black purple color.

Of the more than twenty cuts of meat, and countless ways to make it cheap and delicious, a single kilogram cost a maximum of five dollars, the basic food basket could be bought with 25 dollars and that would easily yield for the entire month, that for a family of five people.

Even the memory of how he was disappointed with the government, "Having to pay for medical consultations??? How absurd is this!!! In Brazil, all medical treatment is done free of charge, from surgeries, exams to chemotherapy, and the medicines are also provided by the government, just get the prescription from the doctor, go to the reception, and they give you the medicine, all kinds of medicine, anti-depressants to pain medicine, even anti-cepetic!!!, have Why stop for the ambulance??? I didn't want to be born in a country like that, I just have to pay for the labor!!!".

As I myself said at the time this is unacceptable, even after 3 years living there I never accepted this fact... how many people died because they couldn't afford the treatment?, I was shocked that a country would put money earned above good- being public... But this memory was interrupted as soon as a mechanical voice said: -Game making system started, Objective established, become a master of game design. -What the hell is that??? A system??? IS THIS A FUCKING NOVEL BY ANY WAY?!!.