"So boring. AI, tell me a joke!"
A message appeared on my visor.
[A man was getting an IV drip at the hospital. Partway through, he started laughing. Why?]
"Heh, looks like your database is pretty old."
I had only been in this space for a few hours.
The agony of having nothing and no one to interact with constantly gnawed at my mind. I really didn't know how Black Rabbit had endured staying here for over half a month. It was worse than prison. At least in prison, you could see other inmates or guards, right?
During this break, aside from taking a shower, I used the network to look up some basic information and tried to contact Ptolemy or Betelgeuse to tell them the truth about "reality" and "virtuality."
But I couldn't do it.
Forget telling them the truth—I couldn't even let them know who I was. Any attempt to send a message was blocked, and everything on the network had been interfered with.
It might have been Mi Xue, or perhaps Ceruno. Either way, they definitely knew that Black Rabbit and I had switched places. This livestream had been their joint scheme.
What should I do?
Whether virtual or real, everything was under that little girl's control. Ceruno didn't seem to object to the plan either.
Come to think of it, the hibernation pod was only a life-support system. As long as I slept in reality, I could probably go to the New World. If I entered the "New World" while Black Rabbit was active under my identity, what would happen?
Would two Milunos appear in the same world?
"..."
I closed my laptop and lay all the way down on the sofa bed.
"If anything happens, or if the darkness concentration gets too high,