About

The city breathed in neon. Rain never fell, yet data always flowed through the sky. Advertisements, surveillance, predictions, control. People called this world reality, but I called it a simulation. I have no name. Names are only necessary for those under management. I was a hacker. And at the same time, I was the administrator of this world. While people slept, I remained awake. At the heart of the city—beneath the server tower, in a layer accessible to no one—I peered into the world's code. Human emotions were organized as variables, memories as logs, and destinies as algorithms. There is no God in this world. Instead, there is the System. And I created the backdoor to that system. At first, it was simple curiosity. Why are some people abandoned at birth, while others start with everything? Why do some become criminals, and others heroes? The answer was in the code. Probability, environment, initial values. So, I hacked it. I lowered the probability of riots, ensured a boy wouldn't pick up a gun, and added just one second of courage to a certain woman. People called those things miracles. I have become the absolute ruler of this place.