Maxx
A Faded Ghost
RageOfInfinity
Dani Fulton
Comet
Jin137
crumbelivable
As the simulated world formed around their unconscious forms, the experiment began. The scientists watching their vitals, on the outside, were excited, but also a little terrified. No one had attempted something like this, before. Meanwhile, something sinister was forming in the recesses of the Simulation. A rampant line of code, which only one of the scientists knew was there. Even if he knew it was there, there was no way that he could predict what it would do.
"Look..." said one of the scientists, pointing at a line of code on the screen, "Their minds have integrated the transition. They're about to wake up." The scientist that was speaking was named Doctor Johnson. Not a medical doctor, mind you. He had earned his doctorate in life sciences, specifically anthropology. Nevertheless, he was working, here, as the director of physics, as he had also earned a degree in it, though not a doctorate. It was one of the 'budget cuts' that had been deemed necessary in the production process. If you hired someone for a job they weren't fully qualified for, or at least less qualified than an expert, you could pay them less.
Meanwhile, inside the simulation, itself, the test subjects were, indeed, waking up. All around them were rolling green fields, dotted with cherry trees in full bloom. Up in the sky, the simulated stars shined bright, and a full moon hung, it's light casting a comfortable glow on the fields around the test subjects. A soft breeze blew from the east, which seemed to dance on the fields, making the grass wave. The overall tone was one of safety and comfort, as well as beauty. This place had been specially programmed to ease the transition into the simulation, in case there were any psychological effects from such a displacement.
Almost immediately, the scientists knew something was wrong. They tried to speak to the test subjects, but it didn't seem they could hear the scientists. They tried to affect the world, and it seemed they couldn't change a single line of code. This was unforeseen, and it was worrisome. Despite that fact, it seemed that the test subjects were, for the most part, okay. They weren't instantly dying, at least. That was a good sign. If Doctor Johnson had any idea that it was his line of code that caused the interference, he didn't give any sign. If looks meant anything, Doctor Johnson was just as confused as the other scientists, scrambling around the lap, trying to regain control of the simulation.
The test subjects inside the simulation... Were completely alone...
The Simulation
As the simulated world formed around their unconscious forms, the experiment began. The scientists watching their vitals, on the outside, were excited, but also a little terrified. No one had attempted something like this, before. Meanwhile, something sinister was forming in the recesses of the Simulation. A rampant line of code, which only one of the scientists knew was there. Even if he knew it was there, there was no way that he could predict what it would do.
"Look..." said one of the scientists, pointing at a line of code on the screen, "Their minds have integrated the transition. They're about to wake up." The scientist that was speaking was named Doctor Johnson. Not a medical doctor, mind you. He had earned his doctorate in life sciences, specifically anthropology. Nevertheless, he was working, here, as the director of physics, as he had also earned a degree in it, though not a doctorate. It was one of the 'budget cuts' that had been deemed necessary in the production process. If you hired someone for a job they weren't fully qualified for, or at least less qualified than an expert, you could pay them less.
Meanwhile, inside the simulation, itself, the test subjects were, indeed, waking up. All around them were rolling green fields, dotted with cherry trees in full bloom. Up in the sky, the simulated stars shined bright, and a full moon hung, it's light casting a comfortable glow on the fields around the test subjects. A soft breeze blew from the east, which seemed to dance on the fields, making the grass wave. The overall tone was one of safety and comfort, as well as beauty. This place had been specially programmed to ease the transition into the simulation, in case there were any psychological effects from such a displacement.
Almost immediately, the scientists knew something was wrong. They tried to speak to the test subjects, but it didn't seem they could hear the scientists. They tried to affect the world, and it seemed they couldn't change a single line of code. This was unforeseen, and it was worrisome. Despite that fact, it seemed that the test subjects were, for the most part, okay. They weren't instantly dying, at least. That was a good sign. If Doctor Johnson had any idea that it was his line of code that caused the interference, he didn't give any sign. If looks meant anything, Doctor Johnson was just as confused as the other scientists, scrambling around the lap, trying to regain control of the simulation.
The test subjects inside the simulation... Were completely alone...
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