Intro

I  was falling.

It probably happened many and many times in my dreams. But every one of them always stopped before hitting the ground.

Electric dreams for what was nothing more than a fake brain. Were my dreams really mine? Or were just implanted?.

It doesn’t really matter, right?

After all, this time it was real.

I was about to die and nothing was going to be left of me. My borrowed body destroyed, my memories gone forever. At least my secret porn folder was going out with me!

And it was all my fault, I was the one that jumped out that window.

Nobody forced me, all of them tried to stop me.

I was trying to achieve freedom, not to die.

But more often than not, our plans end up twisting and coming back to bite us.

Damn, now that I think about it, that happened to me quite a lot!

At least I was going to be fine for 2,5 seconds.

Plenty of time to explain my situation.