C1. Profiles

As I gazed ahead, three distinctive words floated before me. They stood out in bold letters: PCS, PERKS, and ARCHIVE.

Oddly, there were some unfamiliar letters following 'archive,' almost appearing to glitch and shift intermittently.

My curiosity piqued, I pondered the meaning behind these words. I concluded that delving into their essence would be most enlightening.

Assuming my hunch was correct, these words held the potential to transform the very interface of my perception.

"Activate." I said silently thinking something will happen but none.

"Perks?" nothing happened.

"Activate Perks" still nothing happened.

Now, what do I do with this?

I transformed the given text a while ago, replacing the words "Encyclopedia system" with the words you see here.

I started indicating the letters and noticed a gradual illumination from the words where my finger pointed. When I tapped on "PCS," a translucent screen suddenly appeared out of nowhere, consisting of empty slots stacked out on top of each other. 

Each time I selected a slot, it would highlight, indicating my selection. 

Anticipating this, I chose a slot and swiped upwards, causing the slots to scroll, much like browsing the internet on a mobile phone. 

Initially, all the slots remained empty as I continued scrolling. It wasn't until I reached a familiar face that my scrolling journey came to a halt. 

Finally, I paused when I encountered a particular picture. 

As I gazed at the scene unfolding before me, I couldn't help but notice the familiar face that materialized. 

The person had disheveled brown hair and was dressed in a blue shirt, brown pants, and a white lab coat, complete with brown glasses. 

Intrigued, I instinctively pressed the person's slot located amidst the empty ones, and it immediately lit up.

To my surprise, an additional transparent screen-like box emerged beside the vacant slots, revealing a wealth of information in exquisite detail, akin to an entire encyclopedia. 

I could see Morgan's full name, physical appearance, personality traits and more, right there before my eyes.

Ill rephrase that, Some of Morgan's information for the others were still blank. My best guess is that I have yet to know those parts of him.

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Morgan Castro

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Age: *@^%$&*

Sex: Male

Weight: #^^#@!&

Height: 6'2 

Citizenship: American

Occupation: Emergency Physician 

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"A diligent individual who is responsible for his own family. Having completed his medical education, he currently serves as a physician at a nearby hospital.

Recently, due to economic circumstances, he has been facing difficulties in securing a stable income, leading to excessive working hours and unintentional neglect of is sibling.

It is during those rare moments when he can spare some time for his sibling that he truly cherishes their time together."

In the world of this text, hidden beneath this passage, lies a series of obscured indications. They conceal elusive details about Morgan. Engrossed, I continued scrolling, yearning for further revelations. After a prolonged search, a scant selection of paragraphs surfaced at last. 

"Morgan often despises religion and tends to be literal. He mostly trusts and would rather believe in what's practical"

*HONK* *HONK*

Ah!

Startled by a sudden sound from outside, the encyclopedia system abruptly disappeared before my eyes.

"What the hell is it now!" the grumpy old man on the other side of the room shouted.

Seems like I'm not the only one who is irritated. Out of curiosity, I compelled myself to get out of bed and stood up. Surprisingly, my legs supported my weight effortlessly, and I had no difficulty maintaining my balance.

I walked towards the window adjacent to my bed and observed a pickup truck with an individual perched at the top. 

Two others were stationed behind him, distributing papers to the crowd. Alongside the truck, there were tarpaulins of that particular person, and a prominent name was displayed over the gathering.

The vehicle slowly made its way, capturing everyone's attention with its grating noise.

In a well-groomed appearance and with a poised stance, he warmly greets everyone while displaying a set of flawless white teeth reminiscent of his photograph. 

Suddenly, an individual standing behind him distributes plastic bags filled with heavy, ready-to-eat meals, causing the plastic surface to strain and conform to the contents.

A small crowd forms around the truck, eagerly extending their hands to receive the bags. One by one, they are handed the bags and proceed to carry them away, indulging in the meals on their own. A significant portion of the recipients appear to be in poor shape.

"Vote for Mckinney Halari!" one of the person said, they continue to hand out bags. 

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Their actions attracted a significant amount of attention, resulting in an even larger gathering of people around the truck. After a short period of time, the man ceased waving and reached for a white megaphone that was conveniently placed next to him. 

The truck came to a complete halt, and the crowd eagerly turned their focus towards him, ready to listen to his words.

"Hello everyone! My name is Mckinney Sikat Halari! Please vote for me as your mayor for the election!" he said.

Some people began to murmur around. 

"I assure you, all of you," he begins to point around. "all of you, will have food to eat, a water to drink, a shelter to sleep, a job to work and a life to complete." He said.

"I will serve you as I serve my country, this city will be cleanse and fixed by not just my hands. But our hands." He emphasis on the our part. 

"they say that not everyone can promise everything, but I say no. I will make a differ, I will achieve my promise to all of you that we will find equal to everyone! Vote for Mckinney!" he stated and everyone clapped. 

After delivering that speech, some people started expressing their support and admiration towards him by cheering enthusiastically.

This heartwarming response ignited a smile on his face, prompting him to set aside his megaphone and resume waving at the crowd with renewed enthusiasm.

The sight of the crowd's enthusiasm filled him with a sense of satisfaction and gratification. 

"Vote for Mckinney!" one the person behind him shouted.

"Vote for Mckinney!" another one on the crowd shouted. 

"Vote for Mckinney!" and another one.

As the commotion grew near the hospital, the crowd below started chanting in unison, creating a cacophony of noise.

Curiosity overcame me, and I found myself drawn to the scene unfolding below. At that moment, I heard footsteps approaching from my side, piquing my interest even further.

"That dam elections are really stirring up everywhere. Now, even here Infront of the hospital!" the old grumpy man said as he walked slowly using a crutch on his left arm. 

He proceeded slowly towards the window, which stretched across the opposite side of the room. Through a small gap in my curtains, right in front of my bed, I could catch a glimpse of him.

His eyes were slightly squinted, and his weathered skin displayed the passage of time. With a discontented expression, he cast his gaze towards them.

Dressed in casual home clothing and wearing a plastic sandal, he stood with only one leg supported by a crutch. The other is… no need to explain further. He scratched his nose with his hand and then wiped it on its shorts before letting out a snort.

"Sir Armon! What are you doing! Please go back to your bed." Katy said as she suddenly came inside the room. 

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