that simulated a battle of World War II and led many users to develop psychological trauma that had only been found in soldiers who had actually been there. Unfortunately everybody thought it was just a good machine for fun...”
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Sipping his coffee was the best thing in life, was what Hugh was thinking. He only keeps going because the emptiness of his life is appeased by his job. He loves to go to work, loves the people he met there every day. Somehow he do not like Fridays, Saturdays and Sundays, when there is no working. Hugh had been detected as a person with problems and led to self-help groups, after all the company knew that the work could not be the life of a person. But Hugh did not let go, sought voluntary work and so he could work more than 25 hours, which is the work week for most. Hugh tried to escape from himself, when he returnes to his apartment he sit facing the window and sipping his coffee, which actually he consumes in excess, he grieves in silence of the apartment, which always draw him to the trials of the past. He deeply regrets by which he made with Anne. Poor Anne. The more he thinks of it, the more he realizes how much she loved him. Hugh wonders why he had acted like a creep. Perhaps the weakness of Anne led to that. No. He saw her as a slimy slug that wanted to drag him and holds him under her, and smothers him in her sticky liquid, plus Anne was so tasteless, there is no bravery in her, had not the greatness that he would like to find in a woman. Anne was educated, but so what. Anne was not a miss, but so what. Every time Hugh thinks on the apathy of Anne, he realizes that precisely this aspect of her life disgusts him so much, but exactly the same thing also existed in his own life. Hugh realizes that what he hated to see at sleepy life of Anne was that it always pointed to a reflection of his own little insipid life. What would be Hugh? "Nothing," he thought, "I have become a nothing, too." he realized. What kind of man, was he to Anne? Hugh thought he was a human who had to do something, but he is in fear, to lending himself and be seduced by the life that would soften his meat, and making him a slug, he became arid and no longer able to accept himself, as a slug he wanted go out into the desert and dry in the sun. Hugh used to kiss the lips of Anne, as someone who gives a kiss on the forehead of a friend. The silence between the two, naked and after the enjoyment of sex was prolonged in abysses those freeze bed sheet, meats, hearts, eventually becoming only the pillow to hold a flying head. Flying slugs. There was some relief from all friends of Anne when she casts him to hell. Hugh felt that after all Anne was right, and he was right too, they just were not meant for each other, never have worked. It was better that way. Hugh wondered how his life would have been if he had married Anne, whenever Hugh met a woman, he always thinking of Anne, he somehow knew that Anne was an unburied corpse that haunts his life, like a cursed zombie, who putrefy and reeks his life preventing him could smell the fragrance of flower on another woman. Hugh just was thinking, sitting in his sweltering apartment, and reached the conclusion that what prevented him from living with a woman was his cowardice. He could not bear to have to overcome himself to maintain an image in front of his beloved. The sense of failure while only tasted by him alone was not altogether unpalatable, but certainly he doesn't take anymore a simple look of Anne. Thankfully, it was better to broke up, he thought. Anne should be with someone who is special, who is better than him.
“... and goes another. How many more? How many are needed? I dunno, a lot...”
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Anne does not want to live with Hugh.
Hugh did not want to live with Anne.
Hugh cheats Anne, she forgives and they continue.
Anne cheats Hugh, he forgives and they continue.
Anne thinks that was cheated and they do not continue.
Hugh wants to have a child and Anne not do so.
Anne dies and Hugh get marry again.
Hugh forgets Anne and lives with Goldy.
Anne is a sweet reminder of a distant past.
Anne never existed is just the image of the ideal woman, who he's looking for.
Anne is the best friend of Hugh, but Hugh knows that will never get a chance.
Hugh kills Anne in a desperate move to break up.
Hugh hurt Anne in a desperate move in their divorce.
Anne uses, abuses, and mocks Hugh, who lives like a poor dog licking the hands of shrew.
Hugh is nasty and makes a hell of fire coals on life of Anne and she has to take it in her own body.
Hugh has a successful life and loves Anne.
Hugh has a life of success and Anne fights him.
Hugh has a life of failure and Anne mocked on him.
Hugh has a life of failure and Anne is comprehensive.
Hugh thinks of suicide.
Hugh thinks Anne looks like his own mother.
Hugh's mother dies, the mother he loved so much.
Hugh's mother dies, the mother that he was afraid.
Hugh's mother dies, the mother he despised.
Hugh's father saved the life of Hugh.
Hugh's father destroys the life of Hugh.
The society protects Hugh.
The society destroys Hugh.
Hugh destroys society.
Hugh feels that he wants to live another day.
“... cursed be you, you fucking cretins. You are manipulating the personality...”
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“... amazing the speed with which Hugh seems to be accessing the information, this measure can’t be true, can’t access such amount of information at once...”
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It was like a flas
h, like lightning falling to the side. The light burning eyes and bang like an explosion. Hugh was sure he had cried, but actually no sound was come out of his lips. What seemed to him a step was only a fleeting spasm. He saw before him a human face, with a calm and peaceful expression.
- Hello Hugh. Are you tired?
- No.
Hearing your own voice was terrible. Only after he was trying to talk, that it falls down on his conscience. He realizes that everything is so strange. Hugh feels the senses of his body like if he isn’t close to himself, as if he is levitating above his body in which he should dwell. It is like there is a space between him and his senses. Sounds were something that isn’t the same as it should be. Talking is like using a flute to talking, just there at the exit of the pipe is that the sound comes out. Listening is like having twenty other ears and is too much sound; there is so much dirty noise, like people who walks away from here, like listening underwater. Everything, everything smelled, anything exuded a smell. And the eyes captures in a sphere of 180°, all that was seen was duly recognized, it was not necessary to focus on anything, it is like to be focusing all things at the same time.
There was something even more disturbing. The face that was in front of Hugh, he knew to be of a stranger, a person who he had never met before, but Hugh knew a frightening amount of information about that person,