Chapter 6 — Napping Without a Blindfold, I Discovered My Company Was Stealing Memories

The person called Dr. Wang replied.
"They say these ‘dreams’ created from pure memories are now the most expensive luxury goods on the market."
"They can help those at the top of the social pyramid experience in the virtual world true emotions that they have never experienced in their entire lives."
"That's good."
The phone in my hand slid down. Falling hard to the floor. A deafening "click" sounded. And I sat motionless in the middle of the room. My whole body felt cold as if I had fallen into an ice cellar. Our stolen memories. Childhood summers. The first vibrations of life. Joys, pain and tears. All are packaged into goods. Sold to the wealthiest people in the world. In exchange for their luxurious dreams. Luxury goods. Genuine emotions. Every word in that recording is the same
like a poisoned knife, cutting into my nerves over and over again. My memories. Memories of twenty-seven people in the company. They are all extracted, processed into goods and then sold to those at the top of the social pyramid. So that they can feel like they are watching a super realistic immersive movie. Experience our lives. Rancor. The memories we cherish most. All become tools to entertain others. A strong nausea arose. My stomach churned
tighten. Almost wanted to vomit on the spot. Anger and fear are like two poisonous snakes wrapped tightly around the heart. So tight that I couldn't breathe. I can't keep waiting anymore. Every day I stay here, a little more of my life will be stolen. Until one day... I will become an empty corpse without a past. No more memories. No longer yourself. Like the yellow dog that year. I can't even remember its name. What can I do alone? The opponent is a sponsored organization
strict practice. There are contexts and forces that are deep and unpredictable. From Liu Fang to Dr. Wang. Each person is just a link in that giant machine. If I rush to report to the police, I won't have any substantive evidence. The origin of the recording is also unexplained. It could even put myself in danger. I need allies. Someone like me. A person can soberly see the truth. And be ready to protest. Ly Van's face appears in my mind. She is
Colleagues sit opposite. Also the only person I've ever talked to a lot here. Most importantly, I asked about the red dot on her neck for the first time. Those three seconds of bewilderment and bewilderment... Absolutely not pretending. At that moment, her subconscious probably also doubted her body. It's just that that doubt was quickly suppressed. Then forgotten. What if I could wake her up? What if I could let her see the truth with her own eyes? A bold plan gradually formed in my mind
I. The next day went to work. I brought a normal blindfold with the same design as the one I modified. Of course. This one has also been touched by my hands and feet. I also cut a hole as small as a needle tip. I need a chance. An opportunity to quietly change Ly Van's blindfold without anyone finding out. Ten o'clock in the morning. Halftime. Ly Van held a cup of coffee and walked out of the tea room. I calculated her exact path. Pretend to get up to get water. Then "accidentally"
hit. Ly Van cried out softly. Most of the coffee in my hand spilled out. Most of it went straight onto her desk. And also the dark gray blindfold placed on the corner of the table. Nothing escapes accident.
"Oh, I'm dead! Sorry, sorry!"
I immediately expressed panic and guilt. Quickly grab a tissue to help her clean up.
"My blindfold is all wet!"
Ly Van sadly picked up the coffee-stained blindfold.
"What should I do now? I can't use it anymore this afternoon."
Opportunity comes. I immediately opened my bag. Take out the prepared blindfold.
"I have a spare one. The company gave me a surplus before, but I haven't used it yet."
"If you don't mind, let's use this for now."
I speak very sincerely. His eyes were filled with guilt. Ly Van hesitated for a few seconds. Looking at the wet blindfold in his hand. Finally received it.
"So... thank you very much."
"Don't be polite, it's my fault."
I helped her clean up and then returned to my seat. My palms were sweaty. First step. It's successful. I pulled back a note. Quickly write a text:
"Pretend to sleep during your lunch break. No matter what you see, absolutely don't say anything. At 2:15 p.m., meet at stair number 3."
I folded the piece of paper into a small square. Take advantage when everyone is packing up before lunch. Quietly tucked it under Ly Van's keyboard. She will definitely see. I bet she will believe me. One o'clock in the afternoon. The lullaby music played again on time. I saw Ly Van holding the blindfold I gave him. There was a hint of hesitation in her eyes. But in the end I still put it on. Soon. The whole office fell silent again. My heart was beating so fast it felt like it was about to jump out of my chest. Wall
or fail. It all depends on this time. Five minutes later. The familiar sound of wheels. That steady "clack" sound rang out from the door again. The silver cart appeared. Luu Phuong slowly walked in. One step at a time. Entering the quiet hunting area, he was completely asleep.