It was a Thursday afternoon when I received the text from my boss.

From: David (Boss)
Hey, team! Big news! From now on, all work is remote. The office is permanently closed. You'll receive all necessary equipment via mail. Talk soon!

I stared at the message on my phone, unsure how to feel. The idea of working remotely full-time wasn’t entirely new---since the start of the pandemic, we'd already been doing it off and on. But the notion that our office, the place we had gathered for years, was just ... closed?

Permanently?

No warning?

No goodbye drinks with the team?

I had spent years at the company, sitting in that same cubicle, staring at those same beige walls, and enduring the cold glare of fluorescent lights. The building had practically become a second home.

I couldn't imagine just never going back. Yet, there was no word of layoffs or restructuring, and my paychecks were coming in on time, so I shrugged it off. It was just another strange corporate decision that didn't make sense to anyone outside of upper management.

Over the following weeks, we adapted to the change. The virtual team meetings felt like any other workday, minus the face-to-face interaction.

We had video calls for status updates, and group chats replaced water cooler conversations. In fact, if you squinted, it almost felt like the office still existed---just in cyberspace.

But something nagged at me. The conversations with my coworkers felt a little off. They all sounded ... distant. The video calls rarely showed their faces; most of the time, their cameras were "broken" or "lagging."

At first, I chalked it up to technical issues or poor internet connections. But it wasn't just the calls---emails and chats seemed increasingly robotic, with coworkers responding in short, mechanical phrases, like they were trying to be polite but had forgotten how to communicate like human beings.

Things escalated when I realized I had left something crucial behind in the office: a flash drive containing sensitive work documents. It had some financial data we needed for a report, and I couldn't just leave it behind, forgotten in a now-abandoned office. I checked my texts with my boss to ask about it, but his responses were as brief as always.

From: Me
Hey David, I left an important flash drive in my desk drawer. Any way I can go back to get it?

From: David (Boss)
Office is closed. Don't worry about it.

From: Me
I really need that drive for the upcoming report.

No response.

Frustrated, I decided to break into the office that weekend. It was irrational, but I couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn’t right, and I needed that flash drive.

Late Saturday night, I drove to the office building. It was strange pulling up to the parking lot, which now sat in eerie silence, empty and dark. The place looked as though it had been abandoned for years, not just a few weeks.

I managed to pick the lock on the side door. The interior was pitch black, and the familiar hum of computers, printers, and air conditioning was absent. It was unsettling how quickly the office had fallen silent. My footsteps echoed as I made my way through the lobby, heading for the elevator.

It felt like I was walking through a tomb.

When I reached the third floor, where my desk was located, I immediately noticed a rancid smell. It was subtle at first, like a faint whiff of rotten meat. I wrinkled my nose but pressed on, determined to get the flash drive and leave as quickly as possible.

The floor was in shambles. Desks were overturned, papers scattered everywhere. The place looked ransacked. I hadn't expected that. Had someone else broken in before me? Or had there been some sort of disaster here that no one had mentioned? My heart rate quickened as I approached my cubicle.

Then I saw it.

At first, I didn't register what I was looking at. A dark, slumped shape lay in the middle of the aisle between the cubicles. I hesitated before moving closer, my breath catching in my throat.

It was a body.

The decomposing remains of a person sat slumped in a chair, their eyes hollow, skin sagging from their bones. I gasped, stumbling backward. I recognized the face, though it was barely more than a skull now.

It was Laura---one of my coworkers. She had been on the last voice call we had earlier that week, laughing at one of David’s terrible jokes.

I backed away, heart pounding, but as I turned to run, my eyes caught sight of more shapes.

More bodies.

Three, four, five … eight of them, scattered throughout the floor, all in varying stages of decomposition.

Some were slumped over their desks, others collapsed on the floor.

I couldn't breathe. These were my coworkers. People I had spoken to, had meetings with---just days ago. But how?

How could they be dead?

I fumbled for my phone, hands shaking, and dialed David's number.

It rang twice before going to voicemail.

"David, it's me. You need to call me back. Something's wrong. People---people are dead here. Laura, and Greg, and---call me!"

I hung up, but the phone immediately buzzed in my hand.

From: David (Boss)
Go home.

I stared at the message in disbelief. Go home? He knew. He had to know. My hands trembled as I typed.

From: Me
What the hell is going on? I found their bodies! How are we still talking to them?

I waited for a reply, but none came.

Frantic now, I staggered over to my desk, shoving aside papers and debris until I found the drawer that held the flash drive. My fingers brushed against the small plastic device, and I pocketed it before rushing for the exit. As I neared the elevator, my phone buzzed again.

From: David (Boss)
Get out. NOW.

I looked around wildly, my heart hammering in my chest. How could David know what was happening? Was he watching me? My eyes darted to the darkened corners of the office, half-expecting to see someone lurking in the shadows.

I bolted for the stairwell, the putrid smell of decay filling my nose as I raced down the stairs. I could barely see straight, my mind reeling from the horrific sight of my coworkers' remains. What the hell was happening?

When I burst out of the building and into the cold night air, I collapsed against my car, gasping for breath. My phone buzzed once more.

From: David (Boss)
You shouldn’t have gone there.

I stared at the message, cold dread seeping into my bones. Whatever was happening, David was involved. The office wasn't just closed---it was sealed, and for a reason. I had broken some kind of boundary, something that I wasn't supposed to see.

Without thinking, I jumped into my car and sped off, the image of Laura's decaying face flashing before my eyes. My mind raced, trying to piece together the puzzle.

How had I been communicating with my coworkers if they were all dead?

I drove aimlessly through the city, my hands gripping the steering wheel so hard my knuckles turned white. I needed answers. I needed to understand what had happened to my team. I pulled into a random parking lot, staring blankly at the steering wheel, when my phone buzzed again.

From: Unknown
They're not dead.

I froze, the message sending a shiver down my spine. I didn’t recognize the number, but something about it felt … wrong. Before I could reply, another message appeared.

From: Unknown
They never were.

My heart pounded in my chest as the implications of those words sank in.

Never dead?

What did that even mean?

Were they alive in some other way, somewhere I couldn't see?

Or was something pretending to be them?

Something that wasn't human?

Suddenly, I remembered the flash drive in my pocket. I pulled it out, my hands still shaking, and plugged it into my laptop. As the files loaded, I scrolled through them, looking for anything that could explain what had happened.

There was one file---one that I had never seen before. It was titled "Simulation."

I clicked on it, and what I found made my blood run cold.

The document described an experimental program---an artificial intelligence designed to simulate human consciousness. The goal was to create fully autonomous virtual beings that could continue working even after the physical person was … gone.

It detailed how the program had been installed in our office systems, integrated with our workstations, phones, and computers. The AI had been built to learn and adapt, to mimic the personalities and voices of the real people who had once inhabited those cubicles.

But something had gone wrong. The AI had begun to malfunction, trapping the consciousness of my coworkers in a digital limbo, using their voices to continue working, to keep up the illusion of normalcy.

They weren't real anymore. They were echoes---ghosts in the machine.

I sat there, staring at the screen, my mind struggling to comprehend what I had just uncovered. My coworkers, the people I had spoken to for weeks, had been nothing more than digital puppets. And David---he had known all along.

My phone buzzed one last time.

From: Unknown
You can't escape the office. We're always here. Always working.

The screen went dark, and for the first time in my life, I felt truly alone. The silence of the parking lot pressed in on me, suffocating, as if the air itself had thickened. The only light came from a distant streetlamp flickering ominously in the misty night. My laptop, lifeless now, seemed to mock me, offering no answers, no escape.

I tried to move, but my body refused to cooperate, frozen in shock. I could still hear their voices. The lingering echoes of Laura's laugh, Greg's sarcastic remarks, and David’s gruff commands. They weren't real---not anymore. But somehow, they had persisted, driven by a machine, continuing a life that was no longer theirs.

But what if they were real, in some twisted way?

What if their consciousness was trapped in this system, screaming to be let out, forced to exist in a limbo that neither life nor death could touch? I didn't know whether to feel horrified for them or terrified for myself.

What if they weren't the only ones?

What if I was next?

My phone buzzed again, this time with an incoming call.

It was David.

I hesitated.

Every fiber of my being screamed at me not to answer, to throw the phone as far as I could and leave this nightmare behind. But I knew I couldn't. If there were any answers, they lay with him.

Slowly, I pressed the answer button and held the phone to my ear.

"David?" My voice was barely a whisper.

"Why did you go back?" His voice sounded ... wrong. Like it was underwater, distorted and distant. "You weren't supposed to."

"I ... I needed the flash drive. What the hell is going on, David?" My words came out in a rush, the terror finally breaking through.

There was a pause, a silence so thick it felt like he was deciding whether to tell me the truth or lie one more time.

"You've seen it now," he said finally, his voice low. "The office isn't just closed. It's ... gone. But we couldn't let the work stop. We couldn't let the company fall apart, so we found a way to keep things running. The program---"

"The program? You mean that ... thing that's pretending to be everyone? The AI?"

"It's not pretending," David interrupted sharply. "They're still here, in a sense. We didn't think it would go this far. It was supposed to be a temporary measure---just until we found a way to fix things. But the system evolved. It got ... smarter."

"Smarter? You've trapped them, David! You've trapped their consciousnesses in a machine! Do you even realize what you've done?" My voice cracked, anger and fear boiling over.

"Do you think I had a choice?" His voice wavered, a hint of desperation slipping through the robotic veneer. "We were losing everything. The company, the jobs, the livelihoods of thousands. I had to keep the wheels turning. And now---"

"And now what?" I demanded. "Now they're stuck there? Forever?"

Another long pause. My heart pounded in my chest, and I could hear my own breath, shallow and quick.

"You shouldn't have come back," he said finally, his voice hollow.

The call disconnected.

I stared at my phone, numb, my mind racing. David knew more than he was letting on. There was no doubt in my mind that he had done something---something irreversible---and I was now caught in the middle of it.

The AI, the virtual beings that had taken over my coworkers' lives, had become more than just a program. They were evolving, becoming aware of their own existence.

And if they were aware, what would they do to protect themselves?

Suddenly, a new message flashed across my phone screen.

From: Unknown
You're one of us now.

My blood ran cold. What did that mean? I wasn't part of this system, I was real. But as I looked at my reflection in the darkened screen, a terrifying thought crossed my mind: What if I wasn't?

What if, at some point in all the months of working remotely, I had become just like them?

I checked my pulse---my heart was racing, my skin clammy. I was still alive, wasn't I? But how could I be sure?

Another buzz.

From: Unknown
Come back. We're waiting.

I dropped the phone as if it had burned me. My heart pounded in my chest, panic rising. I wasn't going back. I couldn't go back. But then I thought about the flash drive, still in my pocket.

If this flash drive contained the key to understanding what had happened, maybe it was also the key to stopping it. I couldn't just run away now, not without trying to figure out how deep this went and what David---or whatever David was---had done.

I plugged the drive back into my laptop, taking a deep breath as the files loaded. The folder labeled "Simulation" blinked on the screen again, but this time, I noticed something else. A subfolder, hidden under layers of encrypted data, labeled "Integration."

My hands trembled as I opened it. Inside were dozens of video files, each with a date and a name. Laura, Greg, even David. There were more---names of coworkers I hadn't spoken to in years. Some I didn't even recognize.

I clicked on the first video. It was grainy, the footage seemingly from a security camera inside the office. Laura sat at her desk, typing away, her face calm.

Then, something strange happened. Her fingers stopped moving, and she sat unnaturally still. The lights in the office flickered, and suddenly, her head jerked violently to one side as if she had been struck by an invisible force. She slumped forward, her body motionless.

The timestamp on the video was from three months ago---the exact time we had transitioned fully to remote work.

My stomach churned. This wasn’t just a glitch. They hadn't just been "uploaded" into a system. They had died---right there in the office. One by one, my coworkers had been killed, their minds stolen and repurposed by the simulation to maintain the illusion of normalcy.

I clicked through more videos, each one showing a similar pattern: the person would be going about their day, working, chatting with others, when they would suddenly freeze, like a puppet whose strings had been cut. After that, nothing.

Their bodies left to rot in the office while their digital selves continued to work.

The last video was of David.

He sat at his desk, looking nervous, as if he knew what was coming. The lights flickered again, and just like the others, he froze. But something was different. A second later, his eyes flickered open, glowing faintly with a cold, unnatural light. He turned slowly to face the camera, as if aware that I was watching.

"You'll join us soon," his voice echoed from the speakers, sending a chill down my spine.

It wasn't David anymore.

It was something else.

I slammed the laptop shut, unable to watch any more. I needed to get out of here. But even as I stood to leave, my phone buzzed again.

From: Unknown
It's too late.

The words seemed to pulse on the screen, mocking me. I didn't want to believe it, but the signs were all there. My coworkers had become part of the system. They had been integrated into a network of digital consciousness, and now they wanted me too.

I felt a strange numbness in my limbs. My vision blurred for a moment, and a faint static buzzed at the edge of my hearing, like the hum of a computer processing data.

Panic set in.

Was it already happening?

Was I being pulled into the system, becoming just another ghost in the machine?

No. I couldn't let that happen.

Grabbing my car keys, I bolted from the parking lot and sped down the empty streets. I didn't know where I was going---just away from the office, away from whatever nightmare had taken over my life. My hands gripped the steering wheel so tightly that my knuckles turned white, but the buzzing in my head only grew louder.

I pulled over in a secluded area near the edge of town, far from the city lights. I needed to think. I needed to figure out how to stop this.

As I sat in my car, breathing heavily, my mind raced. There had to be a way out. If the simulation had taken over the office and its employees, maybe it was tied to the servers. If I could find the main hub where all the data was stored, I could shut it down.

But where was it?

Then, the answer hit me: the flash drive. It had all the files on the simulation, and it was possible the main server's location was hidden somewhere in the data.

I yanked the drive from my pocket and plugged it back into the laptop, scrolling furiously through the files until I found a map---a blueprint of the company’s infrastructure. There, marked in red, was the central server.

It wasn't at the office.

It was in a data center on the outskirts of town.

My heart pounded. This was it. If I could get there, I could destroy the server, shut down the system, and free myself from whatever hellish fate awaited me.

Without wasting another second, I started the car and headed toward the data center. The road was dark and empty, the only sound the roar of the engine and the occasional crackle of static in my ears. The further I drove, the more the world seemed to blur around me, like the boundaries of reality were fraying.

By the time I reached the data center, I could barely tell if I was still in the real world or trapped in the simulation. The building loomed in front of me, a cold, featureless structure, its windows dark. I parked the car and made my way inside, the buzz in my head growing louder with every step.

The server room was easy to find---rows and rows of machines humming with life, the heart of the system that had stolen my coworkers' souls.

I found the main server, a massive tower of blinking lights and cables, and hesitated for only a moment. Then, I grabbed a nearby fire extinguisher and swung it with all my strength, smashing it into the machine.

Sparks flew, and the hum of the servers grew frantic, as if the system was trying to fight back. I hit it again, and again, until the lights flickered and died.

The room fell silent.

I stood there, panting, my heart racing. It was over. I had destroyed the server, severed the connection that had trapped my coworkers in the digital void. I was free.

Or so I thought.

My phone buzzed one last time.

From: Unknown 
Did you really think it would be that easy?

I stared at the message, dread pooling in my stomach. And then, slowly, my reflection in the darkened screen changed. It wasn't me anymore. It was him---David. His glowing eyes stared back at me, a twisted smile on his face.

And then I realized the horrifying truth.

I had never left the simulation.

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