This story is purely fictional, and it is just a matter of trying to make a laugh.
On December 31, the usual year-end cleanup was carried out.
This year, a thief named Lost stole time, a robber nicknamed "Sadness" took all pleasure, and the dog man and woman who "not fulfilled" and "willful" took away all the proper adjectives about "nice".
Sometimes I feel like I'm in a [box court] and it's just a toy for people to watch—just a little bit better than the marionettes in the anime.
Outside the house, there is a guy who does not know where to live, "Yi Yi Yo Yo", sucking on the flute, and he is tireless in enjoying it, thinking that the beautiful melody brought to this community cultivates sentiment and sublimates the soul. But [ta] never saw the lonely old man by the river like I did, blowing a melodious saxophone in a hurrying place for pedestrians.
Perhaps, the one who plays the flute is a poor patient who can only use a wheelchair. Therefore, they will insist on building their happiness on the unhappiness that others may only want to be quiet.
The cleaning was so good, everything was proceeding in an orderly manner, everything was completely new.
So much so that people feel that the world is unreal.
Of course, there are always exceptions to everything.
For example, the fitting mirror in the room, which was almost the same height as mine, had a blur on the surface—like a mist of water. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't erase the blur with a rag or a tissue.
Just as I was about to give up, the blur gradually faded away, or rather, the entire mirror surface instantly resembled a boiling kettle mouth, emitting hot air, then escaping and disappearing.
Then I saw myself in the mirror.
I smiled, "me" in the mirror, no.
I waved, "I" in the mirror, no.
A strange feeling of coldness instantly surged up from the back of the spine. The heartbeat and breathing accelerated instantly, and even the stomach and intestines had some spasms. I know that this is the inevitable of human beings at high levels of tension, when the sympathetic nerves that cause mental stress will play a dominant role, and the amygdala in an active state will make emotions more intense, and at the same time, prefrontal skills will be suppressed, and people's IQ will become lower.
Wait, will the IQ get lower?
So how could I have come up with all this?
Somehow, I felt as if someone had pricked the back of my head with a needle.
Then, all the anomalies just disappeared.
In an instant, I became very calm, and the whole space also had an indescribable sense of peace and happiness.
"Are you me?"
The "I" in the mirror suddenly opened its mouth.
I could feel a sound, yes, it was felt, not heard with my ears, and that sound was automatically generated from within the skull.
"I am what I am." I said to the "I" in the mirror.
The "I" in the mirror does not seem to have any nervousness, is it that "he" is accustomed to all this?
So, who is the "me" in the mirror?
"Do you know who you are?" I asked "me" in the mirror.
"I am me and I am you." The "I" in the mirror continued to be expressionless, "But I don't know why there are two [I]. ”
"Why don't you have any panic when you see your other self in the mirror?"
The "I" in the mirror thought about it, "I don't know. Actually, just saw myself... Well, it was actually [you] for a moment, I felt that my world was momentarily still, and then I restored all peace. It seems that your presence, including the conversation between you and me now, is taken for granted, naturally. ”
"Did you feel a slight prick from a needle?"
"Yes." The "I" in the mirror answered.
"Me too."
I stopped in front of the interview mirror and carefully observed the "me" in the mirror, "he" was exactly the same as me, "he" may be me, but I could not perceive "his" thoughts. I tapped on the mirror, a crisp "snap," indicating that the mirror was an entity.
I looked in the mirror and couldn't help but think, if there is no silver plated, this is an ordinary piece of glass, mounted on the window, you can see everything outside, but once plated with a layer of silver, you can only see yourself.
Now, it separates two worlds, and at this moment, I am "me" and "I" am not me.
"Were you just thinking... The "I" in the mirror paused, "If there is no silver plated, this is an ordinary piece of glass, mounted on the window, you can see everything outside, but once you plate a layer of silver, you can only see yourself." ”
"Yes!! How can you suddenly know what I'm thinking? "My emotions suddenly became agitated.
"Yes, suddenly you know." The "I" in the mirror has a slight expression, as if it is confused, and it seems to be a memory, "Your thought, or another of my thoughts, suddenly [appeared]. ”
"It was amazing!" I suddenly became excited, although I didn't know the reason for the excitement, in short, it was a good mood.
Then, all kinds of strange pictures appeared in my mind, and I couldn't help it, as if I was watching a marquee.
"What can you see now?" I asked "me" in the mirror.
"Strange, I don't feel it anymore. At first, you can still see some pictures, and then it seems that a mosquito bites and disappears. ”
"Ah! How could this be, it was so disgusting! I suddenly became furious, shouting loudly as I threw out the clothes and bedding that had just been folded in the closet and threw them upwards, and the whole room was suddenly thrown into chaos.
"Hey, how did you suddenly get angry?" Calm down! There was a little panic in the voice of "I" in the mirror, "Hey... ”
Suddenly, my anger was swept away, and I instantly woke up from the previous chaos.
There was silence all around, and the "me" in the mirror seemed to have no sound again.
I rushed to the fitting mirror.
I saw myself in the mirror.
I smiled, the "I" in the mirror, and smiled too.
I waved, and the "I" in the mirror was also waving.
I felt as if my head had been poked lightly by something again, and it was pitch black in front of me, as if someone had pressed the screen-off piece.
Endless darkness.
The endless darkness and the endless light should make people feel afraid, but I don't have any emotions.
It was as if he had returned to the amniotic fluid of the mother's womb and slept quietly.
It's a room full of tiny machines, large and small, with colorful and dim lights on the knobs and rows of monitors constantly refreshing rows of densely packed data.
Under the shadowless lamp in the middle of the room, there is a rectangular container filled with light blue experimental solution, suspended in the experimental solution, there are two human brains filled with catheters and probes of different thicknesses and colors.
Next to the container are two figures in white coats.
At this time, the voice on the right came from the body: "Look, I said, it is so interesting to put two different human brains in the same experimental fluid!" ”
The one on the left was gently pulling a long, thin, pointed probe from the brain tissue with a purple tentacle, and then turned his head to look at his companion.
It was a "face" with only one eye.
Note: Don't ask, "ask" is made up.
