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MidReal Story
The Lost Ones
Scenario:我不想再使用MidReal，想取消订阅却取消不了。
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Ethan
He is a prisoner trapped in a virtual reality game. He is determined, resourceful, and wary. Ethan finds himself trapped in a world that feels both familiar and strange, with limited control over his actions. He remembers snippets of his past but not how he ended up here. His goal is to escape and uncover the truth about his imprisonment. He experiences various emotions, from frustration to hope, as he navigates this digital world.
Aria
She is a character within the virtual world. She is lively, playful, and optimistic. Aria meets Ethan when Drake introduces them in an interactive café. She experiences a seizure but recovers quickly, displaying resilience and humor. Aria shares information about the world and its rules with Ethan, contributing to his understanding of the environment he is trapped in. Her presence offers Ethan hope for connection and survival within this digital realm.
Drake
He is a character within the virtual world. He is friendly, bold, and mischievous. Ethan meets Drake when they accidentally meet while attempting to leave the world together. Drake provides Ethan with information about their surroundings and suggests ways to escape. He introduces Ethan to social interactions within the world, such as exchanging items for health points. Drake's friendship helps ease Ethan's anxiety and provides insight into the world's dynamics.
I am not sure how I got here.
I remember things like my name, what I look like, and that I don't like blueberries.
But how I got here, that is a mystery to me.
I have tried to figure it out, but I come up blank.
I can't even remember the last thing I was doing before I ended up here.
All I know is that I wish to leave.
But that is something else I can't do.
The only way for me to leave is for someone else to let me go.
I've tried many times, but every time I end up back here.
It's like this world has a mind of its own and doesn't want me to leave.
If I try to leave, it warps me right back to where I started.
I don't like it, but there is nothing that I can do about it.
So instead, I focus on trying to figure out how to escape.
How did I get here?
What makes this world tick?
If I can answer those questions, maybe then I will be able to leave.
"Hello?"
I call out, looking around and hoping someone hears me.
"Is anyone there? Can someone please let me out?"
No one answers, and I am left with more questions than ever.
Did someone hear me?
Is there even anyone in this world besides me?
Or am I truly alone?
If no one is here, then how do things move on their own?
I pace through the empty streets, my footsteps echoing off the glass-like buildings.
Each step feels heavier than the last as I approach the central plaza.
The massive digital billboards flicker with advertisements for virtual experiences, their bright lights mocking my desire to escape this place.
I stop at the center of the plaza, where a fountain sprays pixelated water into the air.
The sound is almost soothing, but it does little to ease my growing frustration.
Taking a deep breath, I cup my hands around my mouth and shout as loud as I can, "Hello! Is anyone there? Can you hear me?"
My voice cracks with desperation, bouncing off the surrounding structures and creating an eerie chorus of my own pleas.
I wait for a response, but there is only silence.
Just as I am about to give up, I catch a glimpse of something out of the corner of my eye.
A figure appears briefly in a window high above the street before vanishing when I blink.
My heart skips a beat as I realize that maybe, just maybe, I am not alone after all. Without hesitation, I sprint toward the building, determined to find whoever or whatever might be watching me from above.
The glass doors slide open with a hiss as I burst through them, my footsteps echoing off the polished marble floors.
I race toward the elevators, pressing the button repeatedly in hopes that it will somehow make it arrive faster.
Finally, the doors slide open, and I leap inside just as they are about to close again.
I press the button for the top floor, my heart pounding in my chest as anticipation builds within me.
What will I find up there?
Will it be someone who can help me escape this strange world?
Or will it be something else entirely?
The elevator lurches to life, propelling me upward with a speed that makes my stomach drop.
I press the button for the top floor, watching the digital display count upward.
The elevator's gentle hum fills the enclosed space as I rehearse what to say to whoever I find.
Floor twenty-three.
Twenty-four.
A sharp grinding noise pierces the air, and the elevator car shudders violently.
I stumble backward, slamming into the mirrored wall as the numbers on the display scramble into meaningless symbols.
Panic grips me, my breath coming in ragged gasps as I frantically slam my palm against the emergency button.
But it remains unresponsive, refusing to yield to my desperate attempts to stop the elevator's erratic descent.
The overhead lights begin to sputter and dim, casting an ominous glow over the small space.
The elevator screeches to a halt, throwing me forward into the control panel.
Metal groans and creaks as the car shifts and settles.
The display flickers between corrupted numbers before going dark altogether.
My heart still racing from the sudden fall, I steady myself against the wall, bracing for whatever comes next.
And then, without warning, the doors start moving.
They screech open, revealing a narrow gap just large enough for me to squeeze through.
Beyond the opening lies a corridor stretching into darkness, illuminated only by the occasional sparks that fly from damaged light fixtures in the ceiling.
A cold draft wafts through the gap, carrying with it the acrid smell of ozone and burned wiring.
With a deep breath, I push through the partially open doors and step into the unknown passage.
I edge forward in the dark hallway, keeping one hand against the rough wall to guide me.
The sparking lights cast wild shadows that make me flinch with each burst of electricity.
My shoes scrape against debris scattered across the floor - broken ceiling tiles and tangles of exposed wiring.
Twenty paces in, I freeze at a distant mechanical whirring.
The sound grows louder, accompanied by a rhythmic thumping that vibrates through the walls.
Suddenly, the corridor is flooded with harsh red light as emergency lamps flicker to life.
The thumping gets closer.
I duck behind a fallen beam, my heart pounding in my chest.
I crouch behind the beam as the thumping grows stronger, making dust rain from the ceiling.
Through gaps in the debris, I glimpse massive mechanical legs stomping past - each step sending tremors through the floor.
The machine pauses, its joints whirring as it scans the hallway.
I hold my breath, pressing against the cold metal beam.
The robot's red sensor sweeps inches from my hiding spot.
When it turns away, I spot an open maintenance door behind it.
I creep toward the door, stepping over wires and broken tiles.
The robot's heavy footsteps fade down the corridor, but I remain tense, scanning the shadows ahead.
As I reach for the door handle, a whisper cuts through the silence - someone calling my name.
The voice is soft, feminine, and strangely familiar.
My chest tightens with an unexpected warmth, like remembering a forgotten dream.
I pause, hand frozen on the cold metal handle, torn between the promise of escape through the door and the mysterious voice beckoning from the shadows behind me.
"Is that really you, Alex?" the voice calls again, tinged with disbelief.
I turn slowly, squinting into the dim light. "Who are you? How do you know my name?"
"It's me, Lila," she replies, stepping into view, her face illuminated by a flickering light.
Lila stands before me in the dim corridor, her presence stirring something deep within my memory.
Her dark eyes hold mine, filled with a mix of recognition and uncertainty.
She takes a hesitant step forward, her movements cautious as if she's not sure I'm real.
The flickering lights cast shifting shadows across her face, but I can see the tears forming in her eyes.
My chest tightens as fragments of memories surface - shared laughter, quiet conversations, and a connection I thought was lost forever.
She reaches out a hand, her fingers trembling slightly as she touches my arm.
"I thought I'd lost you," she whispers, her voice breaking with emotion.
The maintenance door creaks behind us, forgotten in the intensity of the moment.
"Lila, I don't understand," I say, my voice barely above a whisper.
She nods, wiping her eyes quickly. "There's so much to explain, but we need to get out of here first."
