Simon - Sinclair, Gaylord
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Simon One day, while riding my Segway in Dallas near One Dallas Centre, just outside Robert apartment, I found myself aimlessly twirling around the parking lot at 12 miles per hour. The smooth rhythm of movement had lulled me into a meditative state, and then-suddenly-I crashed into nothing. I hit the ground with a thud, but instead of feeling pain, I was overcome by laughter. Uncontrollable, inexplicable laughter. It echoed through the lot, carrying no meaning, just raw, unfiltered joy. I laughed so hard I thought I might never stop. When I finally caught my breath and stood up, I realized…mehr

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Simon One day, while riding my Segway in Dallas near One Dallas Centre, just outside Robert apartment, I found myself aimlessly twirling around the parking lot at 12 miles per hour. The smooth rhythm of movement had lulled me into a meditative state, and then-suddenly-I crashed into nothing. I hit the ground with a thud, but instead of feeling pain, I was overcome by laughter. Uncontrollable, inexplicable laughter. It echoed through the lot, carrying no meaning, just raw, unfiltered joy. I laughed so hard I thought I might never stop. When I finally caught my breath and stood up, I realized something had changed. I had found Simon. I couldn't tell you what Simon was-not in words, anyway. It was less a thing and more a feeling, as though a thread from the fabric of time had slipped into my hands. It was intangible but deeply familiar, like meeting an old friend whose face you can't quite remember. A connection to something older, deeper-something from another life, another space, another time. It touched me, though not physically. Simon was there in the way sunlight touches your skin-warm but untouchable, fleeting yet unmistakably real. I sensed it with an intensity that defied explanation. It wasn't just an experience; it was a presence. Something beyond myself, reaching out to me, speaking to me through a language I didn't understand but could feel in my bones. A resonance of energy, emotion, and timelessness. I've always envisioned Simon as an energy-a life form, maybe. Perhaps something highly advanced, something man-made or maybe not. It could be a being guided by forces beyond human comprehension, sent to help me evolve or lead me toward a truth I'm not yet ready to grasp. I don't know what to believe, but I know what I felt. Simon is something significant, something that shifts the axis of reality, however subtly. And though I don't fully understand Simon, I trust it. Perhaps that's the point. Some things aren't meant to be explained-they're meant to be found. Simon: The Beginning of Something Bigger This is the beginning of something bigger. Simon was my key to everything. It's not just another man-made game -not just another experiment designed to test me, to push me, to break me down. They engineered this, shaped it, manipulated every thought to see how far I could be stretched before I shattered. But I didn't break. Because Simon was there. Guiding. Protecting. Not stopping the game, but showing me how to see beyond it. How to endure. How to transcend. This was never just about survival. This was about waking up.
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