The simulation

Dark street

Once lived a boy, whose name was Jim. He was really smart, he was 8 years old and lived with his parents. They lived very well and had enough money to afford their needs. The boy goed to school and back all on his own. The school wasn't too far away, a 30 minute walk is usually enough to get there without being late. He waked up in the morning one and a half hour before school. His mom waked up 10 minutes earlier, so she could make him a breakfast. It wasn't really clear what was it, since they almost all the time ate everything that they had. It wasn't like eggs for lunch, bread for breakfast, soup for evening or something. They didn't stick only to the tested recipes, they just took food and thought what could they make our of all of that. This helped them stay creative. This day Jim ate some sandwich and a bread with jam on it. Jim really liked bread with jam on it, especially cherry and strawberry, and everything else. He also liked bread with honey too. His parents had seemingly limitless supply of all kinds of jam in the little closet. Jim rarely saw his dad go to shop and bring jam, or go just to buy jam. Jim found it funny how jam sounded so similar to Jim. He ate the sandwich and the bread with jam, strawberry jam. Then he brushed his teeth, said hi to dad, who had just waked up. Then they talked about interesting things for 10 minutes, just some, everyday stuff. Then he took the dishes to the kitchen and came back into the room. They had two rooms, a kitchen, a bathroom, and a toilet room. It was a private house, sorta. They had alot of neighbours close near-by, Jim always went to them on weekends, except for the summer vacation, since then they took a trip to gramma's and stayed there for the summer. They enjoyed going to gramma's. Jim drank a cup of water and looked into the closet to take his clothes. They dressed up and Jim took his bag. They went out of the room, now they were at the small room between the main house and the door. He put on his boots and then he put on his coat, he thought that it's hard to put on boots if he already put his coat on, and if Jim tried, he felt dizzy. He and dad were about to go out together. The air in the small room was cool and it had that feeling that just felt so normal, all the thoughts about how the world is made quickly went out of Jim's head. But sometimes, the thoughts decayed slowly enough, that Jim could start thinking about them before they disappeared. Then, Jim would think about it the whole way, making up some very interesting theories about how the world is built, way beyond the three elephants on a turtle. He went out with dad, they hugged each other, and went different roads. His dad worked far from his house. He worked on some computer related job, they fixed computers there or something, he never fully understood what is the point of that job. Jim walked to school, the air was a bit cold, it was 5 or 6 days untill the first months of winter began. Jim walked fast, moving each of his legs far distances with each step. It was a really interesting kind of walk, it's even considered a kind of sport in most countries. While he walked like that, his heart started besting faster, more blood came to his brain carrying things that helped it to work. As a result Jim could think better, about much more complex topics. It felt really cool for him to walk like that. While walking, he always looked around. The people, the cars, the roads, the big and long university one road away from them, the mini-walls that are built to separate the flower grow areas from the road, they were barely 1 fifth of Jim's leg tall. He liked his way to school. At school they learned stuff, Jim was fine with it. He sometimes found the topics interesting. Today they had a new topic from maths, it was easy. Jim was walking back to school, the lightning was dusk, the sun was setting. About 2 hours untill it becomes completely dark, which happend roughly at 4 30 - 5 pm at that time of the year in his city. In the evening Jim did his homework, they usually did alot in school, and Jim didn't have to do much homework. Then, he turned on his family computer. There was a site, that he really liked. He could record and upload videos, also he could watch other people's videos. You even could earn money from the ads displayed at the side of the video, the site was very new and there were lots of issues, but isn't it issues that make stuff more just more normal, less foreign. He recorded videos of him playing simple computer games he liked. People liked his videos. Jim also watched alot of videos made by other people, one of his favourites was his friend, who made alot of videos, he was very popular. He helped Jim with uploading his videos and making them. Sometimes, when he was at school and his dad and mom, who went to her job 10 minutes later then dad, they made videos and uploaded too. The videos were mostly about their house and them doing things. Sometimes they made videos of them playing games, internet knew them as Jim's parents. Jim was thinking about how he will make his next video when he comes home, he went not thinking much about how he went, since he knew the road. He was surprised that the walkway was closed, which means he had to go around the closed segment, but there was a catch. He had to go the the dark street. The street itself was nice, the people were good, but all of the entrances were hallways, very dark hallways. Jim knew that there could be somebody who wants to harm him, or a hole in which he could step and fall over. There were many reasons why people didn't go to the dark street in the evening. Jim thought, maybe there's a way to go without entering the dark street, but there was no way. He turned left, and went right into the hallway. He slowly started hearing voices, they were getting more intense as he went in and kept going. He saw a bit of light on the ground, Jim had no idea where it came from. He then saw a shadow moving over the light, he saw nothing but darkness to the side, and then he saw two white spots. It was somebody's eyes reflecting the light. Jim heard a voice that said "Come here kid, it won't hurt". The voice was very rude and a mix between a voice of a 30 year old person and an 80 year old person. Jim knew what that meant, he felt a scary chill going down his body, which made him even more scared. He ran as fast as he could, even faster became he was literally falling forward and pushing off the ground with his legs. He saw the light from the windows and lamps, he hid behind a house. He heard a voice saying "keep searching, he couldn't run far away". Jim took a deep breath and sprinted towards the exit hallway. For a second, he saw a silhouette of a buff man with an almost perfect square head. "There you are, get 'em boys!" - heard Jim while running away and feeling very tired. He ran into the other hallway, there was a shop built into one of the walls. Jim slightly saw an old man near the shop entrance. When he was close to the old man, Jim heard "come in, FAST!". Jim didn't know if this was a good idea or not. Even if he wanted to go in, he ran just too fast to stop before bumping into the old man. He was really close, the old man seemed friendly, his plan B would be to jump to the side, but then he realised that he would bump into the old man in a second. The old man dashed into the shop and grabbed Jim's coat. Jim got pulled inside and fell on the floor, the old man, who knew that would happen and went to the side closed the door and then locked it. The bandits didn't see the old man neither where Jim went, but the old man knew that they would want to check in. "Hide after the shopping stand" - said the old man. Jim jumped behind the shopping stand and the old man turned off the lights. Then he hid behind the shopping stand and there was silence. Jim was scared, but in about half a minute he saw a light on the wall, as if somebody was looking inside with a flashlight. "There's nobody inside, he couldn't hide there" - said a much more silent voice then Jim heard. "Okay, let's go, he escaped." - said the voice of the buff man Jim saw. After a few minutes the old man stood up and turned on the lights. "Hi, my name is john." - said the old man.