There is an article in Youth Digest November 2010 called "The Bureau", can anyone help me find it?

Answer: The Bureau A blinding light shone on Ivoryson a little open eyes, after a while he could barely see everything around him: white sheets, white walls, white ceiling, the left side of the bed is connected to the patient's brain and the cyberspace computer. Garnett had fallen asleep on the table next to him. Ivoryson at first blamed Garnett, but he was just an ordinary neurasthenia, but she insisted on sending himself to the hospital. These days, although Ivoryson can not distinguish between the two worlds, who is a computer program, who is the real Garnett, but he knew that she was by his side throughout the night, which makes him feel satisfied and full of gratitude, resentment is also all gone. Feeling in his underwear pocket, he touched a coin and told himself that he was in World Two again. It was only on his fourth day in the asylum that he realized something was wrong. Now, the brains of everyone in the asylum are plugged into cyberspace at night to receive stimulation and neural conditioning for rapid healing. Some viruses can hack into these medical devices through the Internet to create highly simulated virtual worlds, and if a patient can't distinguish between the real world and the virtual world, he can get lost in the computer and never wake up. It is said that some psychiatric hospitals use similar methods to turn patients into vegetative beings in order to cheat the state's high subsidies, and if you buy insurance in advance, you can also get a large amount of compensation. Ivoryson always felt that he was caught in a trap, and that he was traveling between two different worlds during this time instead of being in a real-world hospital every day. To test his suspicions, one day he quietly put a coin in his underwear pocket. Sure enough some days he woke up with the coin in his pocket and some days he didn't. He called the world where he woke up with the coin in his pocket world number two and vice versa world number one. He felt that he could trust no one now, except Garnet, whom he had always loved and was proud of. That's when Garnet woke up, "Did you sleep well last night?" Garnett asked. Averyson nodded, "Very well, but you ......" "I'm fine, it's not much worse here than in bed." Garnett stood up, "Hungry, I'll go get you something to eat." "Will you walk me out first, dear?" So the two went out into the garden. As a writer, Ivoryson didn't know much about Cyberspace. He only knew that it could be judged in two ways: by the human hand, which was simulated by a program that had no memory like a real person, and by the microcosm, which could not be simulated by a virtual world, no matter how realistic it was. That's what Dot told him, before the two became enemies, of course. Dot studied software in college and is now a very good software engineer. Ivoryson had already explored World One, and the Garnet had answered many of his questions without revealing any obvious flaws. "Remember how you became my girlfriend?" Averyson asked in a tone of casual conversation, the first question he had prepared long ago. "How could I not remember, you and Dot were still very close friends at the time and you both fell for me at the same time. On my 20th birthday, Dot gave me a big cake and 99 roses, you were not as rich as he was, but you even spent two days and three nights alone to fold three thousand paper cranes for me, saying that this way I would be able to fulfill my three wishes, and I was so moved that I cried. You asked me if I would like to be your girlfriend, and I said yes on the spot." "He and I have broken up since then, and I wish we could be friends again after we get married." Ivoryson casually plucked a leaf from the unknown flowering plant beside him. "You've said that so many times, no wonder the doctor said you were so sick." Garnet teased. He'd only mentioned the phrase "so many times" to Garnett before he'd entered the hospital. "The idea for The Bureau is basically finished, and it's going to be a bestseller. I've been thinking about it, and it's best to end on that note." It was Ivoryson's last test for Garnett. "What, the line, 'And they lived happily ever after'?" Garnett almost shouted, his tone not without disappointment, "Don't you think that's a bit of a tacky way to end a fairy tale for a long story?" Ivoryson was one hundred percent sure that the idea about the closing line was something he had only said to Garnett before entering the hospital as well. "Well, Garnett, I'm a little hungry, go get breakfast, will you?" Garnett said nothing more and headed straight for the hospital doors. It was time for step two. Averyson made a rough estimate that it would take Garnett about twenty-five minutes to return from his two-block walk across the street to get breakfast, giving him plenty of time to test the authenticity of the leaf in his hand. There was a simple testing room on the third floor, and Averyson dived into it, closed the door, and went straight to work on the mounts. He had found out all about the process of mounting and using the microscope on the Internet. If the leaf had been "made" by a computer, it would have been impossible for him to see a clear picture of the cells, but he was satisfied with the meshwork that gradually became clearer and clearer in the microscope. Intercellular filaments, cell walls, nuclei, flowing cytoplasm, he carefully identified them all, and a smile began to form at the corners of his mouth. Ivoryson took a deep breath and finally settled down after several days of apprehension. He told himself that this was a real world, just like the heavy, solid earth that he could trust and rely on. When Averison returned to the hospital room after packing up everything in the testing room, Garnet returned almost simultaneously. He decided not to tell her about it to avoid her second thoughts and thus acted extremely calm as if nothing had happened in the last few days. "Darling, I think I'm well enough to almost be discharged." He said as he ate his breakfast. "No, the doctor said that there will be a thorough brain test in three days, and only after the results are in will it be decided if you can be discharged." "Then could you please stop making me do the Cyber treatment? It makes me wake up every day feeling like my brain was taken out and messed around with all night by someone else before a brain was poured back in." Garnet let out a giggle, her expression flirtatious, "Suit yourself." "When are you going to start writing the Bureau book after you get out of the hospital?" Garnett asked after a while. "By the time we get back from our trip, all the details of the idea should be ripe, and then it will be ready to go when we put pen to paper." "You said that I would decide the location of this trip, so do you know where I would like to go?" She looked into his eyes, expecting an answer. " Alaska , is it?" After saying those words, Ivoryson saw his beloved smile seriously, her eyes overflowing with happy light. He suddenly remembered the words again, "and they lived happily ever after." "Worthy of being a writer, he chose such a quiet and elegant residence. Look at the furnishings, the arrangement, tsk, tsk, it's impeccable." Dot, lying on the bed with Garnet in her arms, looked around the room with satisfaction. In the next room, on a wicker chair in front of the computer, was our writer, who was indulging in an Alaskan experience. "In a couple of days, when I'm Ivoryson's guardian, all this will be ours." "And the book, it'll be the first full-length book done in a virtual world, right? By the way, how will you explain to the public that Averyson was already a vegetable when the book was published?" "Let's just say that Averyson and I conceived the idea together, and I wrote it after he was incapacitated." "You're so smart," Dot poked the other man in the forehead, "with government subsidies, a big payout from the insurance company, and a bestseller, there's enough money to last us for years. Guess being stupid isn't all bad, how else could Ivoryson be our cash cow?" "It's not that he's stupid, it's that he couldn't have imagined that that computer program would contain all of my memories, or that he'd been wandering around in two cyberspaces." A hint of gloom swept across Garnett's face, but immediately returned to his demeanor. "It wasn't just two Cyber-spaces, it was another virtual world created in Cyber-space, a Cyber-space within a Cyber-space," Dotter was still smug about his invention, "He only knew that Cyber-space technology hadn't yet progressed to the point of simulating a microscopic world, but couldn't have imagined that I could let He only knew that CyberSpace technology hadn't advanced to the point of simulating the microcosm, but he didn't realize that I could make him 'see' the microcosm through the eyepiece of a microscope with nothing more than a few sketches." "You promised to accompany me on my trip when it was done." Garnet had obviously lost interest in this previous topic. "I certainly won't forget, baby, where do you want to go?" "Alaska."