i love you — Hive

Hanly walked into the break room. His co-employees looked at him with peculiar faces, for it was as if he had interrupted new world revelations. Clattering his porcelain cup, he poured in some hot water and snatched a green tea packet. Hanly left work around 15 a.m.; time had been reoriented to be directly based off of this gigantic star called ERZ-1353. He got into his lower-middle class space ship and clicked the feature to return home. On the way home, Hanly peered out the window, catching glimpses of the latest billboards advertising full reality adult pleasure. "It has been too long" Hanly thought to himself. Being a forty year old man was difficult for Hanly. His hormones had driven him crazy for years due to the fact he hadn't engaged in sexual intercourse, ever. His mind wandered off into his imagination, an imagination he knew so too well.

"BLRP BLRP BLRP" the ship landed onto his outside level deck. His house had a level deck, for rocket landing, directly attached. Hanly was an intriguing character that appeared to be a lower-middle class boss. He enters into virtual reality horror games to test out the latest patches for employing company RIP. On the side, he was an anonymous professional gamer on the binary web. Everyone knew his name; he was one of the most hated players in his solar system. His name did not help. Hanly wouldn't just dominate these other players. He would obliterate them continuously with lower tier devices in the games. He mainly dabbled in virtual reality gladiator games. On the side, he would directly funnel his earnings back into the game's gambling system.

Today was going to change Hanly's life. Entering off of his level dock's shimmering doors, he quickly grabbed a mobile meal that gave him his essentials for lunch. He headed to his gaming cove. His gaming station was located in a cave with a spring that his house was built to be embedded with. In the spring, minnows and a different assortment of fish swam around in graceful manners. He leaned back into his sleeping pod. The nano insertions allowed the virtual reality console to enter his skull and access his neural pathways. Entering the server's lobby, other gamers hunkered down to determine what team would attempt to beat Hanly. They all hated the way he had carried on to outsmart them. He had taken a group of fourty, almost as if he was Sampson, a biblical character from the christian beliefs dated back to B.C. times. The match had been a massacre. He handled to outwit fourty other gladiators. Hate was streaming his way as he logged on, as if he was a disliked emperor. He smiled, kissed his hands and waved to the players. Just gestures and the characters over his head. The phrase that depicted his name had been a lost phrase from pre-2500 A.D. These symbols translate into English meaning "i love you".