Boxwood appears in an empty corridor in Mio's house.
With a flash of light, I had found myself in an empty, white-washed corridor with the kind of furnishings that imply either wealth or criminal connections. As pretty as a postcard, and just as empty. No one was there, not where I was at any rate. I tossed my cigarette pack upward, watching it travel in a narrow parabola before catching it. Well, gravity looks good, and from what I've been told, my vessel looks like it really did just vanish when I entered. Kudos to whatever poor son of a bitch made this little fantasy, but my job was to break it. And how better to do that than to rip it at the seams? Only question was, where the seams were.
Our universe is a changing one, but a consistent one. The laws and constants do not change with the contexts, they may wane with greater scales, or become overshadowed by other effects, but they do not change. It is from chance that all arose, that the world as we know it became possible. And perhaps, it is because of that rigid consistency that it derives its beauty. But if someone wanted something specific, consistency proves to be far too great a burden to bear. Our universe is as it is through the most infinitesimally minuscule of chances, forged by countless variables. To attempt to recreate them, even the unknown ones by brute force simply isn't feasible. So, if a simulation wanted to replicate it like this one did, then the easiest way is through shortcuts. Like the physics you would find in a human's videogame, things happen because their creator willed it as such, rather than because of fundamental principles.
Look at it enough, and you will find inconsistencies.
And that was exactly what I intended to do.
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