The absurd game of a performance artist

Chapter 71

Oxygen is exciting.

At an altitude of about [-] meters, the plane malfunctioned and was about to crash, and the oxygen mask popped out.

Fools wear it, thinking that the purpose of its existence is to keep themselves alive.

The wise man realized that only by inhaling oxygen can he have the courage to accept the fact of death.

"hiss--"

The cold air pierces the lungs, piercing the consciousness like a sharp sword.

Oxygen stimulates the numb nerves, turning a person from an unconscious carbon-based polymer into a living thing again.

Like a programmed machine, he unconsciously opened his sleepy eyes, stood up, and stared at the blank wall in front of him.

There was a blank in front of my eyes, and a blank in my mind.

"Ding dong dong ~ ding dong dong ~ jingling jingle jingling ~"

In a trance, crisp music echoed in my ears, constantly stirring in my mind and beating my nerves.

The significance of the alarm clock is not to wake up sleeping people, but to create a [habit].

It is not the external alarm clock that drives people to wake up, but the internal alarm clock that it generates.

Brushing his teeth and washing his face, looking at the haggard-looking man in glasses in the mirror, Liu Sa felt that what he was facing was not a fresh life, but a numb part in a certain machine.

【Numb habit person】

"It's really an appropriate evaluation..."

From childhood to adulthood, I never took the initiative to raise my hand to answer questions, nor did I take the initiative to interact with others.

When you encounter troubles and troubles, you will always suffer silently and make everything become a habit.

Whether in elementary colleges, secondary colleges, or higher colleges, they have always maintained a state of being in a state of inconsistency, and they exist in a mediocre and obscure way among the people.

Moderate, ordinary, good at patience, good at adapting, good at getting used to.

This is Liu Sa, an office worker willing to be ordinary.

Dress, organize, groom, and lock the door.

Countless invisible alarm clocks gave Liu Sa countless [habits].

[Habit] is a good thing, it makes people don't have to worry about thinking, and they carry out daily boring life step by step like a machine.

On the commute, in the crowded subway, Liu Sa faced the screen as usual, spending time in countless short videos and marketing information, and letting go of his anxious thoughts.

This is the world today.

Entertainment under traffic control has long been mentally handicapped.

Big data pushes a tailor-made information blockade, like a thick cocoon that binds people's spiritual world.

Everywhere you see, there is orderly repetition of information that deepens stereotypes, which paralyzes people's anxiety and traps people in a comfortable cognitive circle like a frog at the bottom of a well.

People gradually get lost in the concept of homogeneity and lose the ability to think.

But this is a good thing for Liu Sa.

He who is used to it doesn't have to worry about it.

Snapped.

Putting away the fluorescent screen, along with the bustling flow of people, Liu Sa entered the company like a part on an assembly line and started his day's work.

Many people say that people will change quickly when they enter the society, but Liu Sa didn't notice it.

For him, life has always been the same, learn to adapt under pressure, and then gradually get used to it.

Liu Sa's company belongs to the world's top [-] companies [Pan Silicon Yin].

This is not to say that Liu Sa is so good that he can step into such a good company, but that these behemoths devoured everything madly after losing control.

Data analyst, this is Liu Sa's job.

While working as numb as a machine, the voices of [mortgage], [insurance], [children], and [education] could be faintly heard in Liu Sa's ears.

These words outside of work made him feel uncomfortable.

Single, renting, no car.

Whenever these topics come up, he is like a failure who has achieved nothing, and he is out of tune with his colleagues around him.

For a traditional Tianlong man, the criterion for whether his life is on the right track is very simple: a caravan wife.

It is a pity that although Liu Sa has obeyed the law and worked hard, he did not occupy any of these four major items.

If life is a game, then Liu Sa's current progress on this game's strategy can only be described as tragedy.

When he was young, Liu Sa once heard a joke.

An adult asked the boy who was herding sheep.

Adult: "Child, why do you herd sheep?"

Boy: "Sheep herding can be sold for money."

Adult: "Then what will you do after you make money by herding sheep?"

Boy: "Earn money and marry a wife."

Adult: "After marrying a daughter-in-law, what will happen next?"

Boy: "Have a baby."

Adult: "What about after giving birth?"

Child: "Let him continue herding the sheep."

At first he thought the joke was to teach people how to broaden their horizons and discover the meaning of their existence.

It was only later that Liu Sa discovered that most people in this world are just like the boy in the joke.

The essence of life is a joke, but it's not particularly funny when the joke happens to me.

Gradually adapting to the noise in his ears, Liu Sa thought that maybe after a few years, he would blend in with the colleagues around him, like a [successful person].

If he is lucky, he will find someone who is willing to repay the mortgage with him, complete the greatest mission in life, and entrust everything about himself to the next generation, thus realizing the meaning of existence.

At that time, he will develop new [habits] to adapt to all kinds of pressure that come from elbows.

In the middle of the night, Liu Sa, who had finished working overtime, dragged his tired pace and went home to lie on the bed.

Abandoning the anxiety and uneasiness of reality, he sleeps in a dream isolated from reality.

In the deep sleep, a voice sounded.

【Monternet port connected】

[Spiritual awareness synchronization ready]

[Serial ID: 97280629, identity authentication has passed]

【Quicksand, welcome to the surreal paradise】

[Please choose one of the following modes to start the game]

【Multiplayer Scenario Mode】

【Survival Competitive Mode】

At some point, Liu Sa accidentally entered this dream game.

This makes his life like a supporting role seem to have a little something different.

When people are different, they will get a strange sense of superiority.

Because of this unique feeling, it seems that people have found their own [meaning] that exists among all living beings.

Even so, Liu Sa didn't think he could have anything to do with the word protagonist.

If you write a novel with yourself as the protagonist, then this book may not even be regarded as a tragedy. It is a fucking joke of a sheep-herding boy from the beginning to the end.

"I... don't want to do anything, I just want to rest quietly for a while, is that okay?"

After a while of silence, there was a cold reply from the paradise system in the space.

【Longing of a Sheep-herding Child】【Aha's Water of Forgetfulness】【Tauren's Green Hat】【Pure Love God of War Despair】

Obviously... the system thinks that Quicksand is [making a wish].

This this……

This battle really covered the quicksand, he wondered what was going on?This feeling is the same as when you open an app and a Taobao link pops up suddenly, you just want to make people shout, "I buy your mother and sell it."

But after hesitating for a moment, Liusha always felt that this was the enlightenment given to him by the paradise system.

So he took out his few savings and bought the bottle of [Aha's Forgetfulness Water].

【The transaction is successful, I wish you a happy dream!】

(End of this chapter)