[All Simulate] Ego Assumption
*wrote it a long time ago. I remember i was being in a bad state
“Fortunately, your actions are all within my anticipated plan…”
Sep.4th: Today in art class, I drew a tree.
Just like the one I planted in the courtyard, it was a very real tree. Although it was made of simple lines, its realism came from the intricate canopy. Each branch split into smaller branches, and those into even finer ones, and so on.
Sep.7th: A test question on a picture.
Each option of “Yes” or “No” led to the next question, still “Yes” or “No.” After completing this test, I counted all the outcomes and found that there were more than a dozen different results!
Sep.14th: The number line often covered in math class.
A straight line, the x-axis, the first dimension, was something we learned in elementary school; two perpendicular lines, the x-axis and y-axis, the second dimension, are visible when drawing graphs; three lines, with two perpendicular and the third bisecting them, form the z-axis, creating the third dimension, which is our world.
Sep.21st: …But in this world, it’s just us, right…?
…Is it just us?
Let’s write the ending like writing a story…
What is my ending? Can I know it? Why can’t I calculate the ending, even though I’ve listed every possible thing you might say and my reactions to each one…
Oct.11th: An unexpected ending or branch will never appear, at least in this world.
Timeline.
Every choice in the plan leads to a completely different branch. As long as I list all possibilities, I can deal with any outcome and possibility.
Important nodes…
I added some branches to the tree I drew in art class that day, and then I began to plan a new plan. In dramatic novels, this is often the moment that decides fate. It may not be the final “plan,” but it is still a very important one…
Oct.16th: “I didn’t really want to leave regrets. I’ve liked you for a long time and just wanted to express my feelings…” Okay, I finally mustered the courage to say it out loud!
Oct.17th: No reply to the message I sent yesterday.
Oct.18th: A day without speaking.
Oct.19th: Still no words.
Oct.20th: Another day of silence.
Oct.23rd: No communication, he didn’t seem to come.
Oct.24th: Twice ignored, deliberately avoiding me.
Oct.25th: Still couldn’t muster the courage to say a word to him…
Oct.31st: It’s been almost a month since I last spoke to him.
Nov. 3rd: A day filled with silence, can’t remember anything…
Nov.10th: I don’t remember anything.
Nov.13th: Nothing much happened, just remember crying.
Nov.14th: I chose to forget.
Nov.15th: Can’t remember anything!
Nov.16th: Forgot it all.
Nov.17th: I don’t want to remember things that affect my mood.
Nov.20th: Ignored me.
Nov.23rd: Nothing happened at all.
Nov.24th: ▇ ▇▇▇
Nov.27th: ▇▇ ▇
Nov.29th: ▇▇ ▇ ▇▇
1?7………19th: Today ayyyyyyyyy……？？
??????……/
–Bad Ending–
Failed…
If I could turn back the clock to that day, if I hadn’t said anything, would we still be on friendly terms like before?
If, in another world, “I” did this, would she have a “Happy Ending” and no regrets?
The drawing of the tree has been crumpled, the branches tightly squeezed together, like entwined branches forcibly knotted into one. The subsequent branches still grow together, even merging, forming a bizarre picture.
The same ending.
Are these outcomes fixed? The same ending…
Is it due to uncontrollable variables? The elusive fourth axis.
Different “fourth axes” tightly intertwined, as if forcibly twisted into one axis by some will, converging at a point.
I fell into a blank world, or rather, a void… Here, nothing exists, not even the concepts of “white” and “black”…
In the distance, my irises felt nothing. I realized I was walking towards myself… This was another world’s “me”…
Many versions of me approached, surrounding me. I didn’t even try to count how many there were. Realizing this and numbers were beyond my comprehension…
Just as I thought, their result was undoubtedly a “Bad Ending,” expected yet seemingly unexpected.
With my last bit of consciousness, I took a step forward:
“How could it be?”
“Predetermined factors are objective factors,” the words overlapped and echoed in my mind.
I sighed silently and smiled bitterly, they made the same expressions.
The void world suddenly disintegrated, as if liberated from shackles, “we” separated from the fourth axis, returning to normal dimensions.
“So, what ending do you hope for?” Finally, a voice existed in my mind.
I answered silently:
“Ah, I hope the final ending is a ‘Happy Ending’~”
I hope for a “Happy Ending”…
–Bad Ending–
