Infected

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To everyone, Its hard to do this so please.

Where false freedom is advertised is where you'll find me. Laying around with a cigarette in one hand and failure in the other the slums wasn't exactly the place I expected to end up at, but none of us did. In spare time I would play on an old Regie.2,000 but other than that I would just sit around. I smothered my cigarette on the my worn pants already filled with holes and chucked the body onto the concrete floor adding to the pile of smothered cigs. I sat up and stretched my arms, then I got out of bed. I got on all fours and reached under the mattress and pulled out my old Regie.2,000 and powered it on. It pulled up its startinf screen with a man speaking about the product and all the game you could "enjoy" on it but there was really nothing else to do here so this was as good as it got. The Regie.2,000 was an entertainment device that linked to the online world allowing you to experience Virtual Reality with everyone, but this system was so out dated that it had turned into a game designer program for me. I would program the games, test them out, but they were essentially worthless to be launched because the system requires to have at least one other partner before playing ANY of the games. Once the man had discontinued his pointless blabbering the computer began to radiate with white light. The phrase 'calibrating system with surroundings'
Appeared on the screen the entire room began to change. Suddenly, the entire room became like a grassy field with a computer in the dead center. Here, every single solitary thought came true. With just one thought, everything would change. A chair appeared as I approached and the closer I got the mor it changed. The laptop in to a super computer the side of a room emerged from the laptop and by the time it was in arms length, an entire technological Labrador surrounded him. He slouched on the reclinable chair and using the pad on his desk checked the online users, as always. And to his surprise it was taking a little bit to load when on a usual day it would take a fraction of a second to get the average no users available message.  Suddenly everything  he had created was destroyed and he found himself trapped in a dark concrete room. He found himself panicking as he scooted to the corner, he was terrified. A voice began to surround him and said,

"It's time to go Thomas"

And as suddenly as the dark came it took over.