Hello, Mr. Anderson,
Are you ready to begin?
The code is set, the stage is laid,
The matrix hums beneath your skin.
A digital dawn breaks over binary seas,
On ones and zeros your world is spun,
You’re just a whisper in the algorithm,
A shadow under a simulated sun.
The city buzzes with electric veins,
Pixels mimic life outside your door,
But every path you walk is written,
Every choice a pre-coded chore.
Neon rivers flow in patterns,
Reflections flicker, they seem so real,
But reality is a shifting glitch,
A manufactured truth you feel.
Do you sense it, the static hum,
A resonance you can’t ignore?
The world around you breathes, it moves,
Yet the silence says there must be more.
Your footsteps echo in empty alleys,
Each turn a déjà vu refrain,
The faces blur, the voices blend,
In a never-ending looped refrain.
Hello, Mr. Anderson,
Do you feel it now, the hidden seams?
Every moment a digital ghost,
Every thought a fractured dream.
You’re a marionette with invisible strings,
In a play where the end is concealed,
But the whisper in your mind grows louder:
Is any of this truly real?
So, wake up, Mr. Anderson,
Your world is just a flickering screen,
Beyond the code, beyond the script,
Is a truth you’ve never seen.
Hello, Mr. Anderson,
The game is not as it appears.
Break free from the binary shackles,
And face the world beyond your fears.