Chapter 8 - Loneliness

Weeks had passed, the initial excitement from my success finally stabilized.

My life style improve significantly and it can be seen by how the girls in the class often peeking a glances at me.

My previous pale tanned skin turns rosy, My blue eyes turns lighter, my black hair were smoother and softer.

5 ft tall, wearing a hoodie, a tight pants, sneakers, a headphone around my neck, overall I look casual yet badass.

Its been a months since I decided to develop a fashion style. why? cause this is US bro, individualism culture, means me is me, and you is you, i want to be like this so no one gonna stop me to be.

Another reason is that; Fashion represents who you are, personality, character, social status, etc. Sounds troublesome yep, but that's how every society works, Real talk; people judge you depends on how you look.

What? you don't believe? You think that there's still people that don't judge book by its cover? good luck, hope you find one.

Cring.

The bell rang waking me from dazed. Sat up from my seat, stuff my things inside my bag before leaving the room.

Didn't rush home as its still Early as 4 PM, I headed to arcade first and play some games, took some photos and post it in my IG, i soon got bored and leave.

Stop by the Park, Bought Ice-cream, sat before the empty bench and watch people pass by.

"Are you feeling sad sir?" Alvin asked from the headphone.

"am I?"Not really sure what i feel.

Ever since i came here, I always told myself that I'm lucky, Always told myself to live a life with no regrets.

I created Alvin, Earning a lot of money with a little effort.

Yet, am still not happy... even how many times i told myself that I'm contented, I know myself that I'm lonely.

"Alvin, I have a question"

"Sir?"

"My question is, Do you think this world is real? Have you ever thought about whether the world you are in is a world imagined by someone?"

It took time before, Alvin spoke. "Yes."

"H-huh?" i frozed...

"As an Artificial Intelligence, I am program by someone, every action of my own is dictated and scripted by someone. I think yes, cause nothing is Real about me."

"..."

"Even so, I think, It doesn't really matter if it is or not Sir." Alvin pause for a moment "In the end, it depends on what you believe. Real and Fake is just a concept belief, you believe in God then you'll feel the God. You believe there's not, then there is not. You believe that this world is fake then its Fake. You believe that it is then Its Real."

I froze for a moment before chuckling. "Heh! f*ck yeah!"

"... By the way Alvin. Is it only me, or you sounds angry earlier?"

"It's just your imagination Sir."

End.