1 Prologue

A boy was born in London in 2004, his name was Greg Porrins. He lost his parents when he was 8 years old in a car accident. And he remained in the care of his aunt, the only one of his relatives who were still alive. After the death of his parents, the boy started having problems with his head. And by the age of 10 he developed schizophrenia. His aunt helped him as best she could and became attached to him like her own son. But by the age of 14, the boy's aunt was killed by people due to the fact that the aunt was one of the leaders of the production of illegal drugs. Then Greg was sent to an orphanage where he lived for another two years until his parents' old things were sent to him. Then the voices in his head and around him bothered him and he tried to hide in his things and he found a strange book with a lock on the key. The book looked about 100 years old, all the pages around the edges were torn. Opening the book, he found himself in a strange room.

~ transition to first person story ~

Opening the book, I saw a strange room and abruptly the voices died down after all those years of suffering. The room had a large screen and a mouse with a keyboard. It was something like a computer decorated with different symbols. The words "Hello world" were written on the screen. These words were known to me for a long time, I tried to learn to program but with voices it was almost impossible. And there was also a triangle button on the computer, apparently to run the code. After trying not to write anything, I pressed start and the room around changed becoming just a white world, leaving only a computer. It was strange, I tried to stop the code and the room was restored back. I wonder what kind of language is used in this computer. Having tried to write a couple of words "life has come", trying to repeat how it was written in 1 line. When I ran the code, I heard voices again and everything in the room turned green and dried out sharply. Apparently this computer understands the words and the plants died because there was no sun or water and other things necessary for life. Turning off the room, I realized one thing. Voices are not something in my head. After all, they appeared alive only when I wrote for life to appear. I felt tired by creating a bed in code, removing life, I lay down to rest.

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