originally posted in:The New Dojo
"Alright then! Just need you to fill out this form and relinquish all electronic devices"
[b]She handed him a form and waited[/b]
[spoiler]The devices part is absolutely necessary as it could kill you if that tech is in the room[/spoiler]
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"Sure thing..." The Guardian signed the release papers and handed in back. He got to his feet and looked at her "I'll need to take off my armour."
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Edited by Wheatley: 6/7/2017 1:08:29 AM"Yes. This is to make sure the process goes smoothly."
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"Do I wear something? Like a hospital robe or?"
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"No under armor clothing? I can get you one of our suits..."
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"I'll be fine." The Guardian said as he unclasped the helmet from his head and set it down. He stripped out if his armour, leaving him in a skin tight shirt and pants.
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"Alright. Please, have a seat and we'll start."
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He placed the armour down and took a seat, a strange robotic diamond shaped device exited his chest and the armour disappeared "I'll call you back, Dawn. You're free to scan the dojo." The device disappeared and he looked at the woman
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"Was that your Ghost? Been awhile since I've seen one. Now, first we will implant a small device on the back of your neck that connects to the brain. We will then enable the initialization process and send you into the simulation. To everyone else, the trial length should be approximately 20 seconds. For you, however, it should last for a few hours. Are we ready to begin?"
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"Ready." The Guardian said, shifting in the seat to expose his neck
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[b]The woman stood and moved towards him, pulling out a pressurized gun-shape tool. She moved to the back of his neck and pulled the trigger. This embedded a small, circular device onto the back of his neck and into the brain[/b] "A word of advice, don't trust anything after the initial activation as real. We have a backup in case the device tries create a false version of this reality. Now, sit back, and just relax." [b]She pulled down a half-circular black bar down to were it was just less than an inch from his forehead[/b]
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He leaned back in his chair, closing his eyes
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[b]She tapped a few buttons on the table's built in touchscreen computer, presumably configuring the simulation. Its AI could be heard moments later[/b] "Cybernetic Neural Interface, activated. Beginning initialization process." [b]She tapped a few more buttons, and the AI spoke again[/b] "Simulation initiating in 5... 4... 3... 2... 1..." [spoiler]Train, Apartment, or Warzone? [/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Apartment [/spoiler]
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[b]He woke up in a futuristic bed, the minimal light from the relatively gray sky shining in the room. There was a floor to ceiling window to his left, and the exit to a hallway on the right[/b]
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He groaned, getting up from the bed and going down the hallway
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[b]He eventually stumbled into a main room, floor to ceiling windows to his left and a small kitchen counter/bar a little ways to his right. The view was of a technologically advanced city. In front and slightly to his left was a large, flatscreen TV that seemed directly embedded into the wall. A white couch that matched the rest of the apartment faced the television[/b] [spoiler]Its color scheme is mainly white with a brown hardwood floor[/spoiler]
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He went over to the kitchen area, going through the cabinets and looking for some liquor
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[b]The cabinets were mostly empty, save a few items and an unmarked bottle of something blue[/b]
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"The hell?" The Guardian asked as he grabbed the bottle and poured himself a glass of whatever it was
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[b]Nothing. The apartment was silent[/b]
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He gulped the drink down and slammed the glass down on the counter. He cleared his throat, looking around
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[spoiler]Sorry for not replying. Shit happened and I didn't have the chance.[/spoiler] [b]He saw a small panel on the nearby wall, inactive for some unknown reason[/b] [spoiler]How soon would you like things to turn completely psychotic?[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Whenever possible really [/spoiler] Scorch walked over to the panel and attempted to activate it
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[b]The panel suddenly lit up to reveal the company's logo, A downward facing geometric design with intersecting lines. A piece of the wall slid open to reveal a human figure in a glass chamber[/b] [spoiler]Again, sorry for not replying. You get to choose the look of the personal servant.[/spoiler]
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Scorch glanced at the five foot six brunette that was in the chamber, her short hair reassembled that of a flapper from the 1920's and he laughed a little bit "Quaint."