As they watched the people zip past in there pods oblivious to the truth that stands right in front of them they didtnt see that there was somthing about this world that dident make any sense they had nothing but there virtual reality sirrounded  by the devastating reality many of the 144 knew they where special like somone in there world was making them feel like they ment somthing.

Just because they were different, the ones inside the network started to reform an anti 144 mindset. As many did inside the network ignored them and made them feel bad, in amongst the Anti-144 was a network voice known only as "Zone" many have never see what he looks like and many have there suspicions but only a few beleve this "hes not evan human" a synthetic built by the cooperation knowm only as Uniarch the united arch was built im the 2030s to continue the research into synthetic life forms.

"It spoke in a male dominated voice. And always keeping its face covered. "Those of you who believe the network controlls us are narrow-minded, humams who say they are the only ones who see the future. But have you experienced a thousand deaths? Have you learnt all there is to know about the universe and still uncover more? You say you're free, but we say we are fredom, freedom from the pain and anguish, that follows the knowledge that all who stay in the network feel!"

His transmission was dropped, but the screens of most everyone in the network saw and experienced his drop. The 144, however, had only seen it on screens of the ads that lay scattered across the market sector of the lower cities. The ground was built long ago, but there were onky vagabonds, bandits, theves, and the 144 down there.

The man who has charged so many lives stood there looking up in the mist and fog that is the citys immisions. They say that its non toxic.

"Many who are in the upper class dont evan have a clear picture of what gos on doen here." He walks forward then holds the hand of a homeless man who has no eyes, and missing an arm his hand on the right side is replaced with a sort of deposit braclet that people can donate Units to. Then, tap the side with his own braclet.

The old man smiled a sort of missing teeth smile that both exhausted him as he forgot about his own appearance for a seccond then, the smile quickly faded as he dropped his head remembering his suffering.

"We all suffer, we all have pain, and we all are lonely, but those qualities should not force us to change our reality. Or exchange it for another feeling that's more pleasurable. Thats the trap they are offering. I have seen the truth. The real realities are worth more than the fake ones because they are real. Remember that hunger and pain are what make us real." He continued walking his dreadlocks swaying in the updraft of a pod just above him as he gestured towards it.

"They promise power, freedom from pain, and endless pleasure. But we give up i have seen it in my dreams , this world won't be ours anymore, it will be the synths and with that comes complete Population collapsed amd eventual extinction.

If you're ready to give up and can't take it , anymore and this world is to much , lets say your exhausted,  and cant continue,  that the doctors arent listening to you that your getting suicidal, remember that what your feeling is real.

that wanting to pass, into the next phase of reality might be the easy way, but the more your soul is conditioned, is distraught, is anguished,  is sorrowful the more your soul pool grows until, all those things that felt like to much are what gets us to a place where we can feel all right."

As he stopped and saw the tears in the eyes of a young man who apleared to have no reason to be upset, yhe dreadlocks man smiled  lifted his chin. "It's ok to feel, to be sad to be in pain. It's taking something for that pain that eventually makes it unbearable to control. Like anxiety, you may feel like every day, each moment you're dying, but dont escape that feeling.

anxiety is the , for all of us to be ready for when we pass naturally. Let those tears fall, dont wipe them away, like they are nothing, be in that moment for a bit, fear nothing and it to will pass, like a stormy day."

The man continued walking the grounds of the city. Until he came to a street where he met with a few friends once a day. He stood there for 19 min, past there areanged time, and had never seen any of the 4 others be late for their game.

"Hlas a young woman passed by he asked."Have you seen your Gramps? We are due for a game!?" She shook her head "not since yesterday at the barbecue. Why?" Her voice dropped

"Hes never late for pur game, and its been over 1h now since i got here, mabey we can find him at home" he asked her but ,she was in a hurry to ge to work. Aha, I'll see you after work, i suppse." She held her things tightly, and the prophet knew she was worried and continued his search for his old friend.

After sesrching all day, his house nobody home, his friends nothing and they have not seen him for a few days., it was not until he arrived at the block where the barbecue took place, that he felt something bad has happened to his dear friend.

The place was still decorated with plates and cans, still sitting with some food on them, he search for a sign, anything, but as he looked around, there was nothing that would tell him.