Sci-fi Novel - The Love Algorithm - Part 33
Part 1: Our Sweet Home
Part 2: Love In 12 Minutes
Part 3: Machiavellian Berkan's Concerns
Part 4: Bonanza and His Friends
Part 5: Long-lasted Love
Part 6: Pre-design Battle
Part 7: My Dear Father
Part 8: Video Speech of A Public Enemy
Part 9: A Job Interview
Part 10: The Second Great Attack
Part 11: Big Hopes
Part 12: An Unexpected Disaster
Part 13: Sediment of the Days
Part 14: The Goddess Of Matchmaking, Gülizar
Part 15: Saturday Night Fever
Part 16: Red Alert
Part 17: Writing the Codes of Love
Part 18: Bombastic Folk Singer Ayhan
Part 19: The Drama Of An Ordinary Toy Soldier
Part 20: Phone Call In The Morning
Part 21: The Land of Angry Invoices
Part 22: Last Cliff Before The Bridge
Part 23: The Questionnaire
Part 24: The Cursed Prophet Murphy
Part 25: When Love Hits The Door
Part 26: Among Data Stacks
Part 27: Carefree Souls Gallery
Part 28: Lord Of The Conversation Council
Part 29: The Sound Of Silence
Part 30: The Prophecies Of Bonanza
Part 31: Signs of Love
Part 32: The Last Nail That Crashed Into The Coffin
Part 33: Dance With Death
The view I was facing was scary. If the dead body lying still in front of me belonged to me, who was the one who was watching it from above? Was he really dead? Since his face was white, it should have been so; I leaned down and touched his cheek, it was cold. I looked at my hands, arms, and legs in a hurry, comparing them to the hands, arms, and legs of the body lying on the ground, and the dead body standing on the ground, other than being pale, belonged to the same person. How could I stand if I was dead? How could two copies of the same body exist at the same time?
I said to myself, Samet, settle down. I didn't believe in the existence of a soul that was separate from the body because I read a lot of things about the brain in my profession, so it was not acceptable to have two of my body. One of the bodies should not be real, but I could see both with my eyes, closing my eyes in the hope that the dead body on the ground would disappear. I pinned my arm to see if I was dreaming, and it hurt badly. I was afraid I was dead, and I wasn't sure if I was dead or alive as Schrödinger's cat. I took a few steps around the body on the floor, pulled the door of my room towards myself to see if I could get in touch with the objects. When I saw the door moving, I felt a little relieved, I pressed my shoulder and tried to push the wall, and I felt better that I couldn't get through the wall. I walked out of the room hoping to find a clue, and the house was like I knew it, except for the body in my room, the world was like I knew it all. When I returned to the room, the body was lying where I left it.
I was sitting on the edge of the bed thinking, Should I report the situation to the police, what would I tell the police, if they recorded me dead, my birth certificate would be invalid. I didn't know how long I was going to be alive, and on the other hand, maybe I was dead, and my soul could walk around freely until my body was buried. If that's the case, it might be a good idea to hide my body, even though I've had some problems lately, I didn't want to die. I wanted to continue living, but I wouldn't let my body rot. I could tear my body apart and put it in the fridge or bury it in an empty land at night. After all, I was alive, interacting with objects, interacting with the world. I tried to figure out how I died, and suddenly I remembered that my breath was cut off, and I fell on the ground. If I was lying on the floor, then who was that person who was sitting on the edge of the bed?
Could someone have copied my body and killed one of the bodies they got? I didn't get hit before I died, or at least I didn't remember such an event. I thought I should investigate the environment instead of acting on assumptions. If I were to encounter something strange in the environment, I could come up with a coherent explanation that would make sense of the situation with this clue I had obtained. I looked out the window; three men were sitting on portable chairs in the street, and probably waiting for their appointment with their leading man, Bedirhan Aykul. I could go down and ask the guys if they saw me; instead, I called Tuğ using my cell phone.
He answered, "What is up, lion?"
“Where are you, what are you doing?” I asked him.
“We're talking to friends. If you don't work, come here,” he said, as he did not scold me for calling him, he was in an excellent mood.
I said, “I can't; there's a dead body in the house.”
”Are you an idiot, son, what a bad joke."
"It's not a joke; it's my body."
He hung up the phone saying "Open and have fun with your ass."
Speaking on the phone and getting answers from the other person was a good sign. It was sure that I lived, and the world I lived in was no different from the old world I knew. The response of Tuğ and the men on the street were as I knew and expected, the only problem was my body lying in front of me and giving me sadness in every look.
Suddenly my breath stopped, a wave of panic shook my body. I woke up jumping while my body sitting by the bed, climbed over my dead body lying on the floor. I got up and I walked through the hall to see if it was a dream, looked inside the door of the room of Tuğ. He was lying on his back like a mummified Pharaoh; there was nothing strange in his place. I went back to the living room and lay down on the couch, turned on my mobile computer to distract myself, looked at the news of the previous day, and then I went back to bed after I was sure that the air was bright and there was no other body.
When I woke up, I washed my face, and brushed my teeth, looked at my face in the mirror for a long time. I walked out of the bathroom.
Tuğ was having breakfast with a girl at the table in the living room. I approached the table and said, “Enjoy your meal.”
The girl said, “Welcome, sit down, and I'll pour you some tea.”
”By the way, I think you're Samet, I've learned from Tuğ, " she added.
Home service was my job, I usually wouldn't let a girl I just met to fill my tea, but I didn't object because I didn't have the energy to guide events. I didn't say that I prefer filtered coffee in the morning. She was a short, bright-skinned girl with round lines, her hair was blue, and she had a silver bracelet with embossed pictures on her arm. Soon she returned from the kitchen with knives, cutlery, breakfast plates, and a glass of tea. I thought it wasn't bad to sit around and wait for someone else to serve, so some people behaved that way and do nothing, and as a result, everyone was buried in the same grave.
“I saw you very thoughtful this morning, Mr. Samet,” said Tuğ.
“I dreamt I was dead; I think I was impressed.”
"You're such a wuss,” he said, " and in the end, you've come to death; you're like a young cattle, and nothing will happen to you."
“You're like a pig with your pointy ears; your personality traits also suits,” I replied.
“How are you complimenting each other, very funny,” she said.
“With his big black eyes, and that chunky body he looks like cows,” said Tuğ.
I turned to Damla and asked, “Did you notice that Tuğ does not care anyone other than himself?”
“On the contrary, he is a very nice, natural person, he honestly says what he thinks, people have become so political that I feel nauseous. A man who tries to make himself look different can never be happy. Unhappy people begin to pursue power. However, if a person behaves as himself and if he does not try to adjust every move according to the expectations of the society, he will be much happier.”
I was in awe; she just expressed her opinion beautifully.
”What happened, Mr. Samet did the lady put the child to you," Tuğ said.
I wondered if he could remember the name of Damla and say, “could you please mention the name of that lady, Mr. Tuğ?”
”My name memory is weak, you know, " said Tuğ embarrassed.
Damla seemed disturbed by the embarrassment of Tuğ; she started to tell the story of the previous night: “Last night after our theater game, we met Tuğ, together with his friends, came to congratulate us after the game. And then we went to a place. Tug and I came here the night. I thought he wasn't the type to pursue sexual intercourse. I wasn't wrong,” she said.
“He only makes love with Bonanza.”
“We met bonanza last night, talking like a neighborhood bully, very funny,” said Damla.
“Should we drink coffee?"I eagerly asked.
” I'll make the coffee, " said Damla.
Tuğ said, “Let this uncouth donkey do it, it is his duty."
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