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