Love in the Time of Beans (Among Us Logic)

Get Real (Player)

"I've been working on this for months," Engineer explained to his crewmates in Polus's specimen room. "I call this baby the...actually, I forgot I don't have a name for it. Um, long story short, it's designed to tap into your genetic memories and allow you to relive your ancestors' lives."

He stood proudly in front of a machine that resembled a metal phone booth. It looked hideous, since graphic design wasn't Engineer's strong suit. But it probably worked, since the purple Bean could be a notorious perfectionist too.

"That sounds like the plot of a video game I really like," Player commented. "Called Ass--"

"Player!" Mother gasped, slapping her paws over Timmy's ears. "Don't you dare use that kind of language around my children."

"But Mother, that's--"

Engineer wasn't done with his sales pitch, apparently, because he kept talking just then. "All you have to do is step inside, let me strap you in, and I can adjust for ancestor and year. It will be great! Even if Gnome doesn't like it."

"Oooh! Oooh! Me! Me!" Mr. Cheese volunteered. "I wanna do it! Mama said we came from royal blood."

"Absolutely not, Mr. Cheese," the Gentleman told him, pulling him aside. "It is far too dangerous. And I cannot abide the idea of my beanie boy getting into danger. I volunteer Mr. Player."

"Hey!" Player glared at him. "What gives? ...To be fair though, it does kind of sound like fun."

"Do you want to try it out, Player?"

He shrugged, or at least he shrugged as best as a shoulder-less creature can. "How do I get back?"

"I'll deactivate the simulation and bring you back on command. In an emergency, I could break the headset. But it cost me, like, 5000 credits to build the computer, so I don't really want to do that."

"Oh. Okay, I guess."

"It will be fun! Like VR!"

"That's true, I do like VR. Open it up."

Engineer flipped a switch on his machine and the door opened up, revealing a cushioned seat with a VR helmet and what looked like a flight harness attached. Engineer helped him step inside and position himself correctly.

"Are you sure this thing is safe?" Player asked as Engineer adjusted some collapsible metal bands around his ankles and secured their wires to the harness.

"Well, I did a pretty thorough analysis of the machine's workings on paper," Engineer waffled. "And most of the possible outcomes were safe. Of course, there's an assumed risk when using such a highly complicated and potentially dangerous piece of equipment. After all, you're the first Bean to test it out, I myself haven't stepped in it yet or anything--"

"What? WHAAAAAT?!" Player screeched, grabbing at the harness in a panic. "You didn't tell me you haven't tested this on a Bean yet!"

"It was on your waiver!" Engineer slammed the lid on the machine shut, locking Player inside.

"Waiver--I didn't sign any waivers!"

But it was too late. Flashes of color surrounded Player. He shut his eye and held his paws over his face. He felt the machine lurch a bunch of times, and then his body was violently thrown forward, and--

Player blinked awake. Morning sunlight peeked through a thin canopy of trees. Grass tickled his back fur. He could hear a brook burbling not so far away. The air smelled fresh, if not a bit earthy. Holding a paw up to shield his visor from the brightest sunbeams, he rolled up into a sitting position.