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E U I N
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D L S O S
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Copyright 1996, 1997 by C.E. Forman
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Genre: science fiction
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Difficulty: ^^^&&
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[description]
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Reality is so... unreal.
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The tangle of observations woven about it, humankind's utter lack of
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consensus, phases it to fit individual desires. Becoming and unbecoming,
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back and forth eternally, as it paradoxically coexists with and within
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infinite variations of itself...
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At least, that's what always surfaces in your mind whenever your own
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perception of reality is altered. Which is to say, ten or fifteen times a
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day. But it's your job, working to someday entertain others with new
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observations, new experiences, new realities. And after all, you signed up
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for the Project (as you well remember, even though it was close to five
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years ago), so you suppose it's entirely your fault if you don't like
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it. Which, when you think about it, you realise you do.
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Justy's voice reaches out to you from somewhere you can't see. "Okay, this
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should be it. One final test run to check any overload potential, and this
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world is done! I'm starting her up."
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A loud CLANK, and the Sphere begins spinning, with you inside it.
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"Brace yourself!"
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Bright lights.
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Pain.
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From somewhere off in your mind's distance, a telltale splash.
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Then, as the resounding thrums fade, a distorted ripple sweeps your vision
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clear, and all traces of the laboratory vanish from your senses.
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All five of them.
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Wiped clean, twitching, anxious for new input.
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Virtual reality has become reality.
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[versions]
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DELUSNS.Z5=Release 4 / Serial number 971121
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[options]
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ARTWORK=0
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CLUES=0
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VERSIONS=0
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[eof]
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