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- | There Ain't No Justice |
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- | #23 |
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- - A Mind's Eye View of Paradise -
- by Spartacus
-
- Chetter was surrounded. He could see evil eyes peering around the
- rocks at him, feel the chill sensation of being watched from behind. He
- held his crossbow at ready, his trigger finger tensed in anticipation of
- the battle to come. He'd be damned if he'd go down without a fight.
-
- A crude trumpet sounded, and they all charged at once. As he fired an
- arrow into an attacker's eye, Chetter detatchedly identified them as
- kobolds. Before he could reload his weapon they were nearly upon him. He
- drew his sword and hacked away, but there were too many of them. The chief
- kobold watched with a gleam of satisfaction in his eyes as the human was
- hacked to pieces. The reward would be worth the loss of a few warriors.
-
- The words "Game Over" flashed before Chetter's eyes. He thought to
- himself, "Damn...and I was doing so well that time." He found himself in a
- circular room with powder-blue walls. Four tall doors were set into the
- wall, one in each cardinal direction. They were marked "Edit Character",
- "Begin Campaign", "Combat Room", and "Exit". Chetter decided on the exit
- door.
-
- He floated out of the pink glowing cube that was Dungeonworld. Various
- smooth and faceted shapes of various colors and textures hung at crazy
- angles over the black and white tile floor. Balls of light flitted between
- them, occasionally stopping and congregating in small groups. He decided to
- head for the Underground Bar and Grill, an obsidian shark's tooth just over
- the horizon to the east. He launched himself toward it in a simple
- ballistic parabola and prepared to enjoy the view.
-
- Within moments Chetter arrived. He thought-projected his personal
- password at it, then phased directly inside. Donning his favorite body, a
- six-foot-tall blue-eyed blond with short straight hair and large muscles,
- he stepped up to the bar. A stool grew out of the floor for him, and he sat
- on it. The room was filled with smoke and loud industrial music, and happy
- people of various shapes, sizes, and colors. He spotted a Wookie, a
- Klingon, someone who looked exactly like Zaphod Beeblebrox, several humans
- of unusual coloration, and a kzin standing in a circle talking.
-
- The bartender was a tall gangly green alien, all skin and bones. He
- had beady black eyes set under a prominent brow, a broad flat nose, and a
- thin lipless mouth. His excellence at his work was partially accounted for
- by his four six-fingered arms, each with two opposable thumbs, one on each
- edge. The fact that he had fed a bar computer's database into his brain
- also made a bit of difference. Noticing Chetter, he walked over and asked
- what he'd like to order. Chetter decided on the usual, a Pan-Galactic
- Gargle Blaster with a twist of lemon.
-
- Just then, a tall dark man jumped off the balcony. A woman screamed.
- The bartender yelled, "Don't anybody panic! He does that every week."
-
- Chet was sipping his PGG, beginning to enjoy himself, when a large
- black man walked up to him. Recognizing the personal signature, he greeted
- his friend Alin with a handshake.
-
- "Ah. A handshake. I haven't had one of those in a long time. They're
- kind of out of style this century."
-
- "Well I like them, and I'll be damned if any social trend will stop me
- from using them. Say, did you adsorb this month's Tomorrow Tech Journal?"
-
- "No, can't say that I have. What was the cover story this issue?"
-
- Chetter's eyes literally glowed with excitement. "Pseudoreality they
- call it. It's a brand new technology. They are attempting to use computers
- and other devices to create imaginary worlds and make them seem real. It
- would be like being really 'in' a book or a fancy arcade game. You could
- sense the personal signatures and everything, once they get this technology
- to its full potential. Maybe new senses could even be created, unlike
- anything we can possibly imagine!"
-
- Alin was not nearly so impressed. "Yeah, I heard of it."
-
- "There was a kind of interesting sidebar on people's reactions to
- pseudoreality. There's some kind of new religion or philosophy or something
- starting because of it. They claim that the REAL world, the one we live in,
- is actually some kind of pseudoreality somewhere else."
-
- "What nonsense. I always ignore those crazy cults myself. Always
- coming up with some new far-out idea, just to attract more acolytes."
-
- "Yeah. Well, I've got to split. I need to get some dreaming in by next
- cycle, or I won't be able to sunction on my work-shift."
-
- "See ya Chet. Nice talking to you."
-
- Chetter withdrew, laughing to himself that anyone would think that the
- world was in a COMPUTER.
-
- In another universe, on an obscure, seemingly lifeless hulk of a
- planet, a trillion trillion tiny beams of light flickered in unison with
- the laughter as Chetter drifted off to sleep.
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