A very grotesque story involving an adventure through a cell. In the process of the reading this, you might just end up learning a little about Biology and cell organelles.

What a beautiful day outside! I think to myself as I enter my school. The air is crisp and fresh, the flowers smell sweet, and everything looks perfect. Yes, it is a wonderful day outside. I check my schedule again to see what I have first period.

“Damn it,” I think to myself while walking towards biology class, “not biology.” Probably one of the classes that I detest the most, I hate entering that biology class. The fact that my teacher is incredibly boring, the fact that I’m stuck with a class full of brilliant students, therefore making me look like an idiot, and the fact that I do not understand biochemistry at all contribute to my deep and profound contempt for biology in general. However, my little thought got interrupted by a pat on the back.

“Hey Johann,” shouts an overly enthusiastic Ben, “ready for bio today?”

“No,” I replied uninterested, “not at all. You know that I hate that class.”

Ben’s one of the more stupid people in my class and it still amazes me to this day that he actually got into biology class. It doesn’t matter that he’s stupid, he doesn’t exist anyways. Nobody on this earth exists besides me, they are all products of this deep and profound dream that I’m in. Only me and my creator are the only people that might exist in this universe.

I always wondered why I even bothered to study biology if all organisms on earth do not even exist, but are all simply creations of my mind. Why bother studying things that do not exist? I constantly ask myself that. I know that I exist since I can develop my own thoughts and I am in control of own my senses, so my own perceptions are the only things that can be known to exist with certainty. All the other things that I cannot perceive, they may not exist. Everyone seems so different to me that they seem robotic, so robotic that I have concluded that they don’t exist. Ben, however, unaware of his own stupidity and unaware of the fact that I doubt his existence, continues on.

“So, I hear that bio is going to be different today,” he exclaims.

“Oh really, how so?” I ask with indifference.

“I’m not really sure, but I have heard rumors that it’s different today,” he replies, thinking that I’m actually interested in his pathetic rumors.

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