Emptiness With No Time

Sleep for a toy is a dungeon of suffocating, dark and deafening silence. You just pace back and forth in a darkness, the darkness becomes so suffocating after a while that even your thoughts start to leave you. But if there is anything worse than darkness, it is needing a voice in the darkness of the room. You wait for this torture to end without doing anything. Here life never lets you take a break . Your consciousness is never allowed to shut down. You are there in every moment of darkness. Alone without a single voice. You feel every moment of it, you taste the pain with all your cells. In the dark, when it's most suffocating, when you think you're going to stay there forever, you hear the ugliest sound in the world. A ringing sound that deafens your ears. Whenever your body wants to open its eyes, that voice is silenced. Something else that feels like forever: an invading sound. Maybe not, maybe just a normal ringing sound. Maybe it's just my brain's trick on me that it's going to drive me crazy after a while. In those moments when I wasn't in control, my brain pulled me out of that darkness in an unkind way. As my eyes slowly opened, the light everywhere was familiar and comforting. A new day, same faces, same actions, same life that must be lived. Rules, more rules, are created by the system and can never be broken. A life designed for you to live. The system thinks for you. That's why we feel indebted to it, we all owe it to the system. Thinking, which is the hardest part of life, does things like making choices for us. He suffers for us. A toy contains two people. Our brain and heart... In fact, they are two enemies and two different people. The system put an end to the war between these two enemies and gave them two separate bodies. This body does not feel the part that obeys orders and whose job is to live only the life that the system has determined for it. I am a toy. I live for my own God and make him perfect on the other side. I am a toy and my duty is absolute obedience. I was created by the system. When I was born, everything that made me weak was taken from me. I've been perfected. My only mission is to be a good manager. Other than that, all my unnecessary features were taken. Emotions weaken us. The only thing he brings on his new day is to follow the steps that need to be followed.

I slowly got up from my bed to finish the day. The sleep war had a more strenuous effect on my body than ever before. I still felt tired as I swung my feet off the bed. I gave myself time to recover. I took a deep breath and said to my lungs, the day has begun. Another new day has begun. When my gaze fell on the mirror in front of me, it was as if there was something different on my face than usual. For a moment I felt like I was seeing my own face for the first time. I blinked twice to clear my eyes, trying to clear the thought from my mind. I stood up slowly and walked to the closet opposite me. Today was training day. I had to go to school. I'm still in the training phase and it was about to end soon. When I turned my head to the right, I saw that the toys in the other capsules were slowly waking up. I was lucky to get out of that dungeon early. Some could not bear to be there, and there is no place for the weak. The weak do not deserve to live here. Disabled, they are either rebellious or dead. I don't know which is worse, disappearing or being someone nobody wants to exist? I opened the closet door and took out my blue uniform. Like everyone else. Here you can have only one outfit - a blue uniform. There is no class distinction. It doesn't matter who you are and whose toy you are. You are just a toy. This is the only trait. There is nothing that can destroy us. I slowly took off my pajamas and put on my uniform. I looked at myself in the mirror for the last time. When I bend down to put on my shoes

"T-8!" I heard a male voice calling my name. When I turned my head to the owner of the voice, I saw the assistant manager. There was a small distance between us, but he had to raise his voice to be heard. I slowly got up and walked towards him. "Follow me," he said as I approached him. I followed behind him with rapid steps. Other toys were about to finish preparing, some were already out.

The assistant manager would not communicate with us, just like the manager. There was no need, and no one spoke much to each other here. When we came to the corridor where the manager's room was, there was silence around. It had a strange atmosphere. It's an unbearable mood like sleeping. There was only the sound of my heels. The walls of the long corridor were pure white, perhaps to not darken it any further. It wouldn't be too dark here though.

When we got to the room at the end of the long corridor, I waited for the assistant to open the door. He raised his hand in the air; After two gentle taps, he slowly opened the door, creating space for me to pass. She was a stern blond woman.He had a bony and rather tense face. I entered slowly. This place was dark compared to the corridor. In the room dominated by gray color, there was only the manager's desk and a single chair in front of it. That was all that was needed. I turned my eyes to the woman who was watching out of the big window in the great room. Despite her slightly gray hair, she had a very fit body. He slowly turned towards me as the door closed. It was really well designed.

He gestured to the seat opposite him.

"You can sit down, T-8," she said. When I sat on the seat opposite him, the room sat in his own seat. The table between us at that moment made me feel quite different. It was as if I heard a lock sound in my mind. It was as if I had just discovered that table. The meaninglessness in my mind must have hit my face so that the manager

"Are you okay?" said. I clear my throat slowly and say, "Yes, I'm fine." said. He folded his hands on the table and leaned forward a little.

"I'm calling you here because you'll be finishing your education soon. You're a very successful toy. You're ambitious and driven." he said, keeping his posture straight.

"I am the person I was meant to be. I owe it to the system for designing me that way." said. My voice was as confident as ever. I was not ambitious, ambitious, or successful. I was just doing what I had to do, that's all.

"Yes you are and we all are. Still, to recognize your success, your god will give you a celebration at the end of training to celebrate your success. Lucky for you, he wanted you to be there too."

That's what I was surprised by. No toy could go near them. He couldn't talk to them, couldn't see them. This was forbidden.

"I thought this was illegal," I said. The manager slid his hands off the table and leaned back comfortably.

"We're the ones who have to follow the rules. If he wants you by his side, there's no reason to look for it." said.

He stood up slowly and said, "Well, if there's nothing else, can I go out?" said.

He studied me for a while and said, "Of course." he said, pointing to the door with his hand. As you slowly walk to the door and exit

"Prohibitions are made because someone does bad things toy. And the reason for prohibitions is never loved." said.

Turning my head to where he is

"Yes sir." said. I walked out the door slowly and closed the door behind me. There was something odd. It was as if a string was being stretched right over my stomach. Was I getting sick? No one likes patients. I gave a small nod to the assistant on the other side and got the same answer from him, and started walking back down the long corridor. When I left the sleep building and entered the education building, I only had one class today. All the classes I had to finish were almost finished. Actually, today's lecture would not be right to call it a lecture, I think it's more of a closing speech. As I walked slowly through the building, I seemed to hear all the sounds, I could hear even the slightest whisper. It was as if I was just noticing the paths I took each day.

When I entered the section where the lesson was, I saw that everyone was coming. The hall was completely full. Some toys were talking among themselves, others were just waiting. I sat in the third row where I saw it was empty. It was a big hall. I silently waited for the toy that would teach the lesson. A short time later she walked into the hall, a fairly well-designed woman in her late middle years. After looking at the class, he said, "Hello all. I'm the T-230 toy that will teach today's lesson. Actually, we can't call it a full lesson, this is your last lesson, I'll just talk about a few simple things." he said, and turned around and wrote "ASILER" on the board in large and neat letters.

While the writing on the board caused a short hum among the other toys, the T-230 tapped his hand twice on the table not too hard and said, "Silence please." Everyone was focused on him.

The rebels were an interesting subject. No one talked much about them. In fact, we hardly ever spoke because they were kind of ignored. They were the side of this world we didn't want to see.

"I know that the rebels are not worth talking about. That's why we've saved them for last. Now you all know why you exist, for whom you exist, and most importantly, how you exist. Your life has a purpose. You know that your existence is to glorify your own god. That's why you now talk about them with you." I can speak for the first and last time."

For some reason, I thought this topic didn't interest me. They were useless garbage, and who would want to learn about garbage? Everything was that simple. You throw away the trash and you never talk about them again or think about what they are doing. They weren't even worth the time.

"The rebels are on the weaker side of our universe. They live in the shadows. They're the outcasts." the boy sitting a little ahead of me in the same row, raising his hand. "Why were they fired?" she asked. Everyone turned to the T-230 and waited for his answer. You look at the child and say, "It's good that you want to learn fast, but you have to be patient." said.

"If this is the world of the strong, of those who deserve to live, there are only the weak. Trash that no one expelled would want to see. They were fired because they were weak. They couldn't wake up. They couldn't get out of the darkness that you all come out of every day.They have been disabled by their god. Now they live underground or where no one can see them. "

"Is it true that one was caught last night?"

I eagerly awaited the answer of the T-230 with the question of the girl coming from behind. It was impossible for them to get in. They were not allowed inside. They had their own territory and they could not get out of it.

The T-230 straightens the glasses, "It's just someone trying to get in here. Fortunately, we have a system to even accommodate them. As you all know, a powerless toy is killed. It is rendered dysfunctional. It is the fact that they have fled what makes the rebels. he released them to show that it was a bad life. We should look at their state and appreciate where we are.

As everyone slowly walked out of the hall, I was the only one left with the question that was swirling in his mind. While I was heading for the exit, I suddenly turned around and went to the t-230.

"I'm wondering something?" said. "Please," he said, raising his hands tied in front of me towards me.

He approached him a little and said, "Everything has a beginning. The system is the beginning of this universe. The first god, the first toy, everything has a first." I paused a bit and continued.

"I wonder who's the first rebel?" said.

"Good afternoon T-8." said. I replied with a slight nod of my head.

"Good day to you too." I said and walked out of the classroom. While walking down the corridor, I saw T-6 and T-5 ahead. When they saw me, they waved and called me over. I was torn between going or not because I was feeling a little tired. Still, thinking that being alone wouldn't do me any good right now, I walked towards them. When I approached them, T-5 said, "We're going to play chess. Come with us. T-6 has a book to read, you can accompany me."

T-6 was a writer. Reading was for him the same as doing anything vital. He was constantly reading and improving himself to add depth to his books. His speech was enjoyable and knowledgeable.

The T-5 was an athlete. It was quite enjoyable to watch the races, although I sometimes found the athletes unnecessary, but what was the use?

"Well, I haven't played in a long time," I said. We went to the library together. While me and T-5 went to the chess section, T-6 went to find the book to read.

It was not forbidden to talk in this part of the library, there were a few toys around and they were playing chess like us. It was an area behind the bookshelves and we sat at the table by the window.

At the start of the game, T-5 says "I must warn you, this time I will beat you." said. The T-5 didn't have a gloomy face, but there seemed to be something about it that I didn't have; light. It had an atmosphere that you would want to stand next to. In response to his words, "Don't be so sure." said. He rolled his eyes and began to line up the room stones.

"That's the bad thing about you. You're always overconfident. That's your weak spot." said. What he said made me angry.

"I don't have a weak spot." I said sternly. After we finished arranging the pieces, we started playing. The game was in my favor. I could have gone on with this game longer, but I wanted her to lose her self-confidence because her previous words made me angry. When it was his turn to move, he said, "You were so sure you could beat me, but look, the game is on my side." said.

His confident expression didn't budge. said. While he was thinking that what he said was a dry noise, he took a pawn and ended the game. He beat me with a pawn. So I was stuck. I stopped. I tried to perceive. I heard another lock in my head. Just a simple pawn. When I raise my head towards him. He looked into my eyes.

"You were so sure you were going to win," he paused, raising his hand that was under the table.

"You didn't even realize I was cheating." said. I felt a deep relief inside me. I smiled easily. So as not to show her the fleeting convulsion I experienced.

"You could only beat me by cheating. Sorry, you could have stolen my victory." said. rolling your eyes one more time

"Don't you have to admit, cheating is also a skill." said. I stood up and straightened my jacket without changing my expression.

"For thieves, of course," I said. He put the game back in the box and the room stood up.

"Aren't you exaggerating, it's just a game, I'm not stealing anything from you," he said. When we went to T-6 together, we had a little chat outside. For a moment I lifted my head up and looked at the white layer above us. What kind of place is it, I said to myself. It's so weird, I've never wondered before. Was the weather always gray there as well as here? Were their skins as white as ours?Although, I heard in one of our classes that they did not look like us at all, maybe they had a very different appearance. I never took my eyes off that white cover, I don't know how long I looked, I couldn't hear the conversation anymore, but what happened all day happened again, I heard another lock sound inside me. As it got dark and it was close to bedtime, we entered the sleeping building. Another day in the world of toys was about to end. I decided to eat before going to sleep. T-5 and T-6 were staying on a lower floor. That's why I wouldn't see them much outside the training building. After dinner, I went to my locker and got the toothbrush and went to the washrooms with everyone to brush my teeth. After I finished my work like everyone else, I put on my pajamas and entered my capsule. It was my favorite moment of the day. The end of the day was better than the beginning. Even if there is a long darkness at the end. When the lights went out, I closed my eyes and waited to go into the dark room. After a while I was there again, in the cold darkness. Walls of silence. It was as if they had gathered everything that was hard to bear. When I collapsed to the ground, I put my hands on my head and waited. All I could do here was wait. Waiting for it to finish.

"Tell me a tale." I quickly looked up when I heard a melodious voice from the darkness. All I saw was darkness. As my eyes continue to scan

"Take out everything that makes me weak." hearing the same voice, I quickly stood up and the thing in my stomach reappeared, I started to look around to see the owner of the voice. There was nothing, just a black void. The always emptiness. I suddenly felt like I was being watched. I was filled with something I had never tasted before, as if that thing in my stomach was spreading all over my body. I slowly turned around, taking quick, ragged breaths. In the future, maybe 5 meters away from me, I saw a short man with very short hair and blond hair just like me. It was the first time I saw such a short toy. Why was it so short?

"Who are you?" I said raising my voice. He just stood there without answering me.

"Tell me a tale." I heard the same sound again. The short man stood before me, but his lips did not move. There was another one. I was suddenly overwhelmed with the urge to answer.

"What's the story?" said. She wanted me to tell her a memory of me. Or talk to him.

"Tell me a fairy tale it will be perfect," she said in the same voice. It's such a fascinating sound. In a normal moment, I might think that this voice is beautiful, but right now, even though it is a beautiful voice, I had a desire to silence it more than listen to it. I felt something invade me that hadn't filled me before, but now I can see the reason for that thing. That was good. You can't fight someone whose move you can't see. My enemy was right in front of me. I could see his every move.

"I do not understand what you want." said. My voice was lower and calmer than last time. I felt myself in the game. I felt with him in the game.

"Take out everything that makes me weak." said the same voice. Unknowingly, I continued to stare at the girl who hadn't moved an inch from her place. His head was bent forward. I shook my head from side to side.

"What makes you weak?" I said but I don't know if I asked that to him or myself at that moment. It was as if my own voice left a stab in my brain. Those lock sounds I heard all day, as if the doors held by those locks were opening one by one. It was painful, as if everything was being reloaded into my brain. I slowly sank to the ground with the pain in my brain. While holding my head with one hand, I got support from the ground with the other. As I struggled in pain, I felt a hand on my shoulder. Even though I was still struggling with the pain, I barely lifted my head as if it weighed a thousand tons and looked at the owner of the hand. The head of the girl ahead was still standing in front of me with her hand on my shoulder. Contracting again with a sharp pain. I heard the same voice again, but this time the girl in front of me lifted her head and said it herself. I thought my brain exploded when the hair covering his face was pulled aside and I fell into a void where there was no time. This toy was me.

"All I want is to obey."