The sudden strong urge to quench my thirst snatched me from my sleep. If only I could stay in bed a little longer. Wait. A cold shiver ran down my spine: [I didn't even went to bed!] Jens Mueller I'm in a totally unfamiliar room My heart began to beat faster while my brain tried hard to analyze the situation. [Aliens, the work of God, time travel, reincarnation... focus now! How did i get here?] Jens Mueller I can rule out organ and human trafficking, this bed is too majestic for that. I'm also surprised that no one is waiting for me to wake up. Have I lost my memories? Wouldn't it be typical to wake up with a head wound in a hospital? None of this makes sense. [Maybe I switched bodies with someone else... Man! Now I'm back to fantasy] Jens Mueller I got up to analyze the situation. I am clearly myself, in a luxury suite with a floor covered with animals I have never seen in real life. There are pictures hanging on the wall that I'm sure they wouldn't hang there without insurance. There's a golf club kit next to a freakin' marble statue of a naked guy. The room was so high, another one would fit in. Literally. All of this beauty is underscored by the stinging smell of decay. It didn't take long to locate the source: Me.

My shirt was probably not originally brown. Especially interesting were the bullet holes, which were additionally painted as a pattern on my clothes. I must have been dead a long time before I came back. Even worse: There is no blood on the bed, I didn't die here, but I was brought here. It's time to look at all the possibilities: Impact of a higher unknown power I've some kind of biological mutation I'm high on some weird stuff I looked out the window. I didn't notice it until now, but there were no horns, no sirens, no traffic sounds. The vehicles that filled the streets merged with the pedestrians into a river. These ants run efficiently to a place of action, nobody strolled through the streets, nobody walked, everybody runs. Did the robots replace the humans? Are the aliens using human bodies as their hosts? It's really hard to explain how artificial any of this appears. It seems like everyone has lost their personality. You may think that can't be seen from a distance. But I can assure you that the way people cross the street carelessly without being run over, is enough to make you realize that something is very wrong here. Maybe this world isn't real at all. It's just a simulation of my world Maybe some kind of state-of-the-art video game? Not only does this idea give me a lot of peace of mind, it makes sense in some crazy way. If there really was the technology to fully immerse myself in a game, it would explain my scenario. Just now I realize that I'm not panicking at all. I am surprisingly cool. Maybe it's the fact that everything seems so far away from reality that I don't even realize my situation. It really seems to be a video game after all.

I poured myself a warm lemonade from the minibar. [I'm the hero of this story, only I can save this world.] Jens Mueller