Earth, France, year 2025 AD, in an apartment in the Paris region…
In a dark room, you can just see a figure, he was illuminated by the glow of his computer screen, yawning and attracting itself.
"Haaa,I finally finished coding this work, after 2 months of intense work more than 15 hours of code per day, I finally got to the end of this thing without exceeding the deadline set by the chef." while a smile is drawn on his face.
That person is Toby, our protagonist.
After a few more clicks and hits on the keyboard, he finally gets up to go turn on the light. Not even a few seconds later, a scream sounded in the apartment.
"The cow, I knew I should never have put a mirror here. Who made me love living in a small apartment to have to clean less and pay not too much to be not far from a supermarket." as he touches his beard while pulling a smirk and nodding his head to look like a genius.
At the same time in the mirror we can observe our hero; 1 m 70, 70 kilos not too big, but not too thin either, long hair that exceeds the earlobe that is fatter than frying oil, a beard almost as long as his hair, glasses with tiles so dirty that they are more effective than sunglasses and the dark circles behind the latter they are blacker than the black produced by an OLED TV but all these are flaws that go hand in hand with the life of a computer developer during crunch time.
The shape of his head is not ugly, he has a smooth skin, and we can hardly tell his age if we disregard his beard. Compared to many cronies, he is lucky to still have hair on his scalp.
As he admired his genius thoughts about his lifestyle, he raised his arm and sniffed the underside of it and then a vague whisper was heard coming out of his lips "I think I can wake up a dead man" as he walked to the bathroom.
1,000 words are omitted here for the next scene. Our protagonist is quite modest, so he locked the door, so it is impossible to have a more detailed description of his non-muscular body. But we can still hear some suspicious noise at regular intervals that overlaps with the sound of the water…
After getting out of the bathroom, Toby had complemented change the beard trim to 6 mm, the hair has become silky again, the glasses are so clean that he has trouble knowing if he is currently wearing them and the smell has become that of hot chocolate thanks to his super limited edition shower gel.
But while there was a silence of death after closing the door of the bathroom to keep the living room at temperature. From his belly came out a gurgling that shows the small amount of meals taken in recent weeks to waste as little time as possible in the progress of his work.
As he walks towards a closet where he stores his pasta, opening it he discovered a void on the shelves, indeed they are emptier than his belly.
In a daze he walked to his bed which served as his sofa and he contemplated his apartment with a dreary look for more than half an hour, even if there was nothing to contemplate except a desk where his computer is located, the modem to have internet on the left of the screen, a chest of drawers to store his belongings, a closet for storing pasta, but which is empty, a cabinet with a microwave and an oven, a sink and a door to the bathroom with a mirror on it and the French window hide behind an opaque black curtain that allows only a tiny light to pass through.
Our protagonist this meta a slap on the cheeks with each hand then said with an enthusiastic air "Go, pull yourself together the supermarket is not even 3 minutes walk from here" on this he got up to the dresser, which is not even 2 meters from him, opened it and takes the first shorts he found then put them on in 2 or 3 movements.
No need to mention that he has already put on a clean t-shirt and underwear that were drying in the bathroom at the time of his shower.
While sliding his wallet and laptop into the pocket, he walked to the door from where the key was inserted into the lock.
After closing his door, went down the stairs, because there is no elevator in his building. He opened the door that gives access to the street and then who did it the sunlight and the heat hits him hard.
While the light dazzles him for a moment, he manages to put his hand in the cap position to make a little shade, but the heat shows how much living in the city is a nightmare in summer, 45 ° Celsius and not a single draft.
Under this scorching heat Toby who has not seen the outside for 2 months was taken aback, he still can't understand why people love summer so much and sunbathe on the beach, you sweat, and you can't sleep at night if you don't have an air conditioner or barricade all the air intakes.
With this question in mind, he began his expedition to buy back a stock of pasta.
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On the way to the supermarket, Toby can't help but think back to the different fanfictions he has read over the years and every time he crosses a pedestrian crossing, that there are children or a pretty girl to save from mortal danger and especially the holy truck-sama.
What would he do if he is killed by one of these factors, will he reincarnate on another world after meeting a so-called 'god'? Or will it end up as a male mosquito that is killed with a tap dance on a summer evening without the person in charge making the difference with a female mosquito?
If he is reincarnated as a result of an encounter with 'god' will he have a family, a person with whom to share his life and a life goal? Where will he live the same life as now? Orphaned from an early age without having known a single parent, the cessation of studies is 16 years old to provide for his needs without relying on others, having lived without parental love and being put to rate at school by his comrades, because he had no parent, and he was shy, but also reserved. Fortunately for him, the moment he was born, computer science was in these early days. The orphanage had computers very early on, and he was able to use them almost without limits when he was not even 4 years old, because he was very wise and calm.
He remembers, it was he who installed the famous operating system that they received as a donation to the orphanage a little before the autonomous 1995. He was going to celebrate his 5th birthday the same year.
While he wanted to study computer science to be a teacher later. The orphanage has the farmer these doors on the first day of the year 2007. He had turned 16, not even 2 months ago, and had to leave school to be able to survive on small jobs.
Despite many difficult years he has always kept the budget to buy computer equipment, game consoles and especially the internet which has cost him many social and food sacrifices, pasta has saved his life.
Thanks to this, he was able to stay up to date on the latest technologies and deepen his mastery of computer coding that he had learned at the orphanage during his childhood.
This allows him today to have a stable job in computer science, more precisely in the video game sector. Because of his lack of degree, he held an ordinary position.
By dint of procrastination in his thoughts, he finally arrived at the supermarket.
Taking a basket at the entrance, he went mechanically to the pasta department.
Once the few packages taken, that can easily count 10 kilos. Returning to the cash registers, he passes and looks at the different departments that he already knows by heart, and ends up heading to the multimedia department more precisely where there are consoles and video games.
Looking at all the items on the shelves, a rare whisper out of his mouth "To say that I participated in the development of some of them" as he reaches out to take one and admire the jacket.
After several minutes of contemplation without buying anything, because very few games on the computer are on sale in stores. And our hero Toby has the latest consoles, but they are left as a collector's item under his bed, except one of the controllers that finds it very comfortable.
Who wants to play on the console when you can have better on PC? Especially in 2025 when screens and graphics require a lot of resources to make the most of them.
A few moments later, Toby came out of the supermarket with a bag in his hand. Then, he began his return to the apartment…
The road was quiet as on the way out, apart from the fact that he was thinking about his savings. He does not earn a big salary, but his expenses are reduced enormously he does not have a car, he does not like to go out and the only things he buys are some games, but especially books online.
The apartment in which he currently lives, he bought it at a very affordable price after helping a person started a business, so he has no rent to pay.
His bank account is not very provided following this purchase, but thinking of not paying rent in the future a bright smile emerged from his face as he internally visualized his savings increase by the thousands, the few people on the way looked at him strangely thinking that he had a problem with his head to smile like that.
Back at his apartment, he whispered "Slim, I forgot to put my PC to sleep fortunately it does not consume too much when it is solicited little, and there was no fire."
The first thing he did when he got home was to store his pasta in the closet, leaving a package to make a bowl. After that he took out a saucepan, filled it with water and heated it on his mini induction hob while putting the pasta in the pan.
Our protagonist is a pasta specialist, he can know how much to put in plain sight.
Once his bowl of pasta is filled and mix with curry, siracha sauce and soy sauce.
He came out of his apartment and started climbing the stairs… Arriving at the very top, there was a door that he opened and that led him to the roof of the building.
But then he began to settle on an armchair in the garden furniture, to eat his bowl of pasta quietly.
An extremely strong wind that should not exist on this summer day, carried him away, as well as his bowl of pasta and the garden furniture to fly above the railing that there was all around the roof of the building.
Seeing the ground getting closer and closer the only thoughts in his head are: Where does this wind come from, what he will meet 'god' or be a mosquito, but especially the regret of dying on an empty stomach while he still had his bowl of pasta in his hand with the smell of curry that goes with it.
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