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MidReal Story
The Unforgivable Lie
Scenario:Beck手持一部iphone16穿越回到上个世纪九十年代的初中课堂，他将用这个新时代的科技产品在过去创造各种稀奇古怪的故事
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Beck
He is a time traveler with a penchant for storytelling. He is adventurous,imaginative,and witty. Armed with an iPhone 16,Beck finds himself transported from his present to the past,a middle school in the 1990s. Confused but resourceful,he explores this strange new world while trying to return home. The phone's unknown capabilities offer him a unique lens through which to experience this unfamiliar era,allowing him to navigate and comment on the people around him.
Brody
He is a student known for his athletic prowess on the basketball team. He is confident,straightforward,and inquisitive. Known as "Brody" by his peers,he encounters Beck in the hallway and expresses interest in the strange device in his hand. Although initially skeptical about Beck's presence in their school,he becomes curious about the technology that defines it. His interactions highlight the social hierarchies within the school walls.
Mallory
She is a student at the middle school Beck finds himself in. She is friendly,curious,and observant. Initially wary of Beck's presence,she becomes intrigued by his strange appearance and technology. She approaches him with questions and caution,exhibiting her curiosity about the unfamiliar objects and people in her life. Her interactions with Beck provide a glimpse into the social dynamics of the time period and her own adventurous spirit.
I was holding a iPhone 16 when I got sucked through time and space.
I don’t know how it happened.
I was walking along, clutching my brand new iPhone 16, when suddenly I was thrust through the air.
The next thing I knew, I was standing in a middle school classroom.
It was 1996.
I knew it was 1996 because someone had written it on the blackboard in big white letters.
I looked around and saw a bunch of kids staring at me.
They were all dressed in clothes from the early nineties.
Some of them had their hair sticking up in the air, as if they had put gel in it to make it stay that way.
I had no idea how I was going to get back home.
I was clutching my iPhone 16 tightly in my hand.
It occurred to me that I could use it to tell them a story.
"Hey," I said to the kids.
"Does anyone want to hear a story?"
Some of them nodded, and others shrugged.
"I have a story about a boy who lived in the year 2015," I said.
"He had an amazing gadget that could do just about anything. It was small enough to fit in his pocket, but he could use it to talk to people all the way on the other side of the world."
"Like a walkie-talkie," one of the kids said.
"No," I said.
I scanned the room.
Most of the kids looked puzzled, but there was one girl with a neon scrunchie who looked less bewildered than the others.
She was sitting in the front row, and she seemed to be listening carefully to what I was saying.
I walked over to her desk and showed her my iPhone 16.
"See this?" I asked her.
"This is an iPhone 16. It’s a device that allows people to communicate with each other over long distances."
The girl looked at me skeptically, but she didn’t say anything.
"Last week, I was walking along with this iPhone 16 when suddenly I felt myself being pulled through time and space. The next thing I knew, I was here."
The girl looked at me thoughtfully.
Then she said, "Do you think you could show me that thing again?"
I held out my iPhone 16 so that she could see it more clearly.
As she examined it, I noticed that several other kids were gathering around us to get a better look. "How did you get here?" one of them asked me.
"I told you," I replied.
"I was pulled through time and space."
The kids all looked at each other uncertainly.
One of them asked, "Do you think we could see that thing again?"
I held out my iPhone 16 so that they could all get a better look at it.
As they examined it, I noticed that one of them seemed particularly interested in the device.
He was a tall boy with curly brown hair and a friendly smile on his face.
After a few moments, he asked me, "Do you think you could show us how it works?"
I hesitated for a moment before answering him.
Then I said, "I’m not sure if I can do that. This is a very advanced device, and I don’t want to risk damaging it."
The boy nodded understandingly and said, "I understand. But if you ever decide that you want to show us how it works, just let me know. My name is Brody, by the way."
"I’m glad to meet you," I replied.
"My name is Mallory."
As we talked, I noticed that several other kids were starting to gather around us again.
They seemed curious about my iPhone 16 and wanted to learn more about it. After a few minutes of conversation, one of them asked me if I thought they could see the device up close.
I hesitated for a moment before answering them.
The girl with the neon scrunchie leaned in and whispered, "Do you think it could help us somehow? Maybe get us out of here?"
I blinked, taken aback by her question. "What do you mean, 'get us out of here'?"
Brody glanced around nervously before adding, "There's something strange going on in this school, and we need all the help we can get."
Mallory leads me to a quiet corner of the library during lunch break.
Her eyes dart nervously around the room as she leans in close.
"Students have been disappearing during detention," she whispers.
"They come back days later, but they act weird. Like, robotic."
I pull out my iPhone, opening the Notes app to jot down some details.
"Tell me more," I say, trying to keep my voice low.
Mallory glances around again before continuing.
"It started a few weeks ago. Kids would get detention and then... poof! They'd be gone for days. When they come back, they're all spaced out and won't talk about where they were."
Just then, Brody joins us, nodding in agreement.
"I saw it happen to one of my basketball teammates last week. He was acting so weird when he came back."
The librarian walks by our table, shooting us a suspicious look.
We all pretend to study an old encyclopedia that's lying open on the table.
Once she's out of earshot, Mallory leans in again.
"There's this weird humming sound coming from the basement after school hours. I think it has something to do with the disappearances."
I discreetly press the voice recorder button on my iPhone, hoping to capture some evidence of this strange occurrence.
The bell rings, signaling the end of lunch break.
As we gather our things, Mallory whispers urgently, "Meet us at the back entrance after school. We need to check out that basement."
Brody nods, adding, "And bring your phone. If there's anything down there, we'll need proof."
I agree, feeling a mix of excitement and apprehension.
After school, we huddle in the computer lab.
I pull out my iPhone and connect it to the ancient desktop using a makeshift adapter I crafted from spare cables in the tech room.
Mallory keeps watch at the door while Brody peers over my shoulder.
"Whoa, how are you doing that?"
Brody asks as I bypass the school's primitive security protocols.
The green text scrolls across my screen as I access the administration network.
Suddenly, a hidden folder appears, labeled "Behavioral Modification Program."
I exchange a look with Mallory and Brody, both of us thinking the same thing.
This must be connected to the disappearances.
Just then, footsteps echo in the hallway outside.
Mallory signals frantically for me to hurry.
I quickly download the files onto my iPhone and disconnect from the desktop.
But not before catching a glimpse of a disturbing schedule for tonight's "student treatment" in the basement.
I stare at the janitor's weathered face as he extends a ring of brass keys toward us.
His gray uniform is stained with chalk dust, and his name tag reads "Carl."
Mallory reaches for the keys, but I grab her hand, remembering the suspicious files we just found.
The janitor's eyes dart to my iPhone, then back to us.
"The basement door locks automatically after 4 PM," he whispers, dropping the keys into my palm.
"And the cameras go dark for maintenance at 4:15."
He shuffles away, leaving a trail of pine-scented cleaner.
We exchange a silent nod, knowing this is our only chance to uncover the truth.