Thursday, July 16, 2009

Chapter Four - Part 1


"So... with the user sensors you manipulate your character in real time with players from every part of our global community." I knew now, that most of what I told these sprouts were lies, but to quote Kilo "What can ya do?" I had to continue to play the part, either, just enough to get me on the outside as an escapee or permanently hooked up with living the lie in GM.

Lies upon lies and encouraging kids to become real live murderers.

"You boots gotta get used to the idea that these suits that you will be given, mean the difference between a successful career in gaming or you washing out... and washing toilettes!" That part was true.

"You can not leave them unattended when not in use. Do not, go all aggro, because something didn't go right, rip off you visor and throw it down! Take your frustrations out on the enemy! These visors are very sensitive and are your personal big screen... perfect resolution, contact with your playing field. You can not play with a bad suit or visor, they are vital to your life as a gamer! And as it is with all electronic gear, it is expensive to fix or replace. All abuse of equipment..." I pointed to a couple of the cameras, "will be noted and your living standards will reflect your behavior with your responsibilities."

"And in case you are misunderstanding how this all works... your friends here, each of you..." I gestured to all those seated on the mat, "are in competition. You are all in competition with other cells like this one across the globe, but you are also in competition with your buddies. Knowing this... can bring the best, and the worst, out of each of you. Be supportive, but also be on your guard."

"Questions?" No response.

"I got a few..." I looked at those ignorant, innocent faces and wanted to scream, instead I asked, "Where does your gear go when it is not on your person?"

In unison came the response, "In our lockers sir!"

"Why are they called lockers?"

"Because we lock them sir!"

"When?"

"Every time sir!"

"What?"

Louder... "Every time sir!"

"Do your freakin home work after chow and before you start playing games... time to go." They all rose from the PT mat and only a few had questions that hindered my progress to the Flusher chow hall, and another meet with Kilo.

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