1.41 - The Four Muskateers


 

A laser blast hits my chest and sends my flying backwards. There’s no chance to survey our surroundings when we enter the next room. The drones and bots are hitting hard and fast there’s no waiting time or big moments like prior missions. The blast didn’t do much damage, but it had plenty of concussive force behind it. The rest of the guys rush in after I wave them off and do their thing. Kai’s brought out nearly every drone he’s got, Kevin and Daamin seem to be having some sort of competition. I’m just sitting here on my ass letting them do all the work. I shake off the blast and prepare to get in the game.

I rush in with Excalibur not really aiming for takedowns but enough to cause chaos until I can find cover. I blast a robot as I dive to cover. But I can’t stay long as another starts firing. I dive for a group of boxes and fire at two more bots. A group of drones circles me leaving me behind the boxes. I borrow a trick from Ashley and Kevin, and toss a grenade. As it nears the drones, I blast it causing a quick and fiery explosion that takes out several drones.  A bot rushes towards me but I manage to send its head flying before any damage can be done. Another blast from the bots sends my flying through a stack of wooden crates. Three bots seem to zero in on the location. Firing from my back I manage to take out two. Daamin appears seemingly from nowhere and finishing off the third. I fire on a drone above his head, we share a quick nod before he rushes off and I get back to my feet. I fling a grenade like a baseball that explodes on impact sending a group of bots to the scrapyard.  

“Round 1 complete,” there’s silence and the remaining bots and drones self-destruct.

Two timers appear projected above the makeshift arena; at the same time an elevator becomes visible. The first timer displays ten minutes until the next wave of enemies. The second displays twelve minutes until the elevator vanishes. It’s forcing us to make a choice.

“How do we take the elevator if there’s another round,” Kai asks.

“I don’t get it, the elevator should only be visible when we’ve completed the rounds,” I respond in confusion.

“I get it,” Daamin doesn’t seem surprised.

“What’s going on,” Kevin asks.

“It’s Kay. She’s created a trap for us. Even if she doesn’t kill all of us, someone is going to die. She wants someone to sacrifice themselves for the team at each part. More than anything, she wants you dead Alexandre. This level is probably an infinite fight. That’s for me. I’ll just fight until I’m exhausted and die. Next level, she’ll probably trap Kai in some crazy math problem so he can never upload the code. Last level, she’ll just kill you Alexandre,” Daamin lays it out plainly.  

“So how do we beat it,” Kai asks.

“We don’t. It’s a death trap, we can’t win. We can only be a pain in her ass until the end,” I begin to reload Excalibur. “If this is how I die, I’m going to be worse than hemorrhoids or anal fissures. It’s going to be the worst turd she ever passed. I am going to be a pain she remembers forever.”

“Alright Dre, if that’s what you want, then I’m with you until the end,” Kai begins to jump and get himself hype.

“It’s great that you’re named after Alexandre Dumas because we’re like The Three Muskateers,” Daamin laughs. “Let’s do this.”

“There’s actually four musketeers,” Kevin speaks up.

“What,” Kai asks.

“Technically he’s right,” I shrug.

“I don’t get it,” Daamin says.

“Well, the book is called The Three Musketeers, it’s just one in a group of novels called the D’Artagnan Romances. It’s a series about D’Artagnan, obviously,” I shrug.

“You’re having a nerd moment,” Kai says. “I expect this from Daamin.”

“I don’t really read classic literature, shit is hard,” Daamin responds.

“Right,” Kevin says. “In The Three Musketeers the musketeers are made up of Athos, Porthos and Aramais. But, they can’t accomplish their goal until D’Artagnan joins them as the fourth musketeer. I’m the fourth musketeer. She didn’t expect me. She set this trap for three people but forgot to limit the ship to three. I’m the glitch in her system. She probably thinks you’re going to leave Daamin behind to fight, and she’s got just enough juice to kill him. But if I stay and fight, we can clear this up in no time. You two head to the next floor. Daamin and I will be up in time to help Kai. Then we all meet up and kill the final boss.”

“We don’t have much time to argue,” Kai points out the clock.

“Then just agree to it,” Kevin says.

“I’m in, let’s go for it,” Daamin says.

“Alright, I’m in,” I give Kevin and Daamin a thumbs up.

“This is insane,” Kai says. “But we don’t have a choice.”

“Well, if they do kill us, it was an honor meeting you all. Alexandre, this game is beneath you. Kai, I hope you marry your true love, and Daamin, I hope you don’t join the priesthood but find a real fun game to play,” Kevin holds his fist out. “To the four musketeers.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about but okay. To the four musketeers,” Daamin holds out his fist.

“It’s the ending of the book, they all survive and get what they want,” I add my fist to the group. “The four musketeers.”

“Well, if everyone lives at the end, I can live with that,” Kai ads his fist to the circle. “The four musketeers.”

The clock for the next wave is almost to zero, “good luck guys. See you in the real world,” I send my contact info to both and grab Kai’s hand before running to the elevator.

“Good, um, see you, good luck,” Kai stumbles his words as we reach the elevator.

As the doors close, we watch as the next wave rushes in. Daamin still using two swords, Kevin only using one. They seem to have everything under control for now. Even as larger robots and better armed drones arrive, they don’t budge or even look back to us. Finally, the elevator starts to move and they vanish from our sight.

“I hope they’re okay,” I say out loud.

“I guess elevators are our spot,” the words barley leave Kai’s mouth. I glance over and see that he’s staring down. That’s when I realize we’re still holding hands.

I laugh at his joke and let go of his hand, and pat him on the back, “Actually, I’m sure they’ll be fine.”

“Yeah, let’s do our part and not let them down,” Kai almost seems back to normal. 

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1.40 - 2099 A Space Oddysey


We don’t speak as the ship continues to drift; we’re hoping to conserve oxygen on the ship. I spent a few seconds wondering how long it would take or who used the most oxygen, but I chose to just let the question float away. Earlier we shared a knowing glance in the silence. A glance that says Kay was already insane and off the deep end but losing Daamin might have just caused her to build a new deep end.

For his part, Daamin has been sitting on the floor cross legged and meditating again. I’m not sure where he picked up the habit, but it probably helps a lot. Helps us conserve oxygen, because it looks like he’s barely breathing, and helps him not be upset about Kay. I remember my first real break up, I cried for almost two weeks straight. I didn’t go to class, didn’t even eat or shower most days. He’s taking it like a champ, at least from the outside. I didn’t think he had it in him to break it off with her. The way he was head over heels in love with her and running after her like a lost puppy. Hearing him choose us over her was really refreshing. I want to tell him there’s going to be more women but I’m not sure how much good that would do, especially with how little time we have left.

Kevin is surprisingly calm through all of this. He’s lying on the ground taking a nap. I’m not sure I’d take a nap when losing oxygen, that seems like a good way to take a permanent nap. I guess it’s a painless way to go if we do lose oxygen. He’s got the love of his life down there fighting, or maybe not. He’s just taking a power nap. The calmness is admirable, way different than when we first met. Actually, it’s pretty similar to when we first met. He was always calm until Kai shot his kid. I fight the urge to chuckle to myself. Funny enough he looks like a kid right now.

Kai seems to be the only other person conscious at the moment, leaning over the navigation system with his head resting on his arms. He’s looking at the station slowly getting closer, but I can tell that isn’t where his mind is. He’s just got a look that says he’s deep in his own thoughts.

“How you holding up Kai,” I break the silence.

“Dre, I don’t know if we’re going to live or die.”

“None of us do, but we’re here now. You told me to be optimistic earlier, so just believe everything is going to be okay.”

“But I don’t know everything is going to be okay and I can’t pretend it is much longer.”

“I get it, I know what you mean. Our lives are in the hands of a psychopath, and it doesn’t matter if we suffocate on this ship or get crushed by whatever defenses are on the station. But we can’t give up now.”

“Dre, if we’re going to die, there’s something I really need to tell you.”

“Relax, look how close the station has gotten. We’re only a few minutes from there.”

“Dre listen,” Kai stands up, but doesn’t look at me. “We’ve known each other for over fifteen years at this point. When I met you, I hated you. You were a straight up bully.”

“I know, you never let me forget I used to raid your cities.”

“Yeah, but all I did was reach out a hand to you. I’ve been bullied so much in my life, and I always tried to reach out and form a friendship instead. Nobody ever took my hand, but you did. You took my hand and never let go. You’ve become my best friend and the longest friendship I’ve ever had. The time I get to spend with you is the best-”

Kai is cut off by docking instructions from the ship. It’s not Kay this time, but the actual ship. We’ve made it to the stations. The instructions wake Kevin and Daamin who rush over to view out the window. We all gather around as the ship continues to do it’s own thing. I’m not sure if the look on Kai’s face says he’s relieved or upset, maybe even angry. It’s a hard emotion for me to read; I wish I could just ask Kai what the emotion is and how he’d like me to respond but I feel like it might not be a good idea right now.  

“Hey guys, we’re heading into the station,” I start another incredible motivational speech. “I know we’ve all got a lot on our minds going into this station. But I want you all to know it doesn’t matter now. We’re about to face the endgame, the final boss. Everything up until now mattered, but it doesn’t matter if we go in there and get taken out. Let’s all focus on what’s in front of us.”

“Alright, captain my captain,” Kevin jokes getting some laughs as we dock.

We’re off the ship in a hurry once the doors open. It’s funny how suddenly getting all the oxygen you could ever want suddenly fills you with energy. This place is more of a futuristic castle than it is a space station. Not that I’ve ever been on a space station, but everyone has seen pictures of the real International Space Station. The initial landing area is set up like an arsenal. A place to fill up on ammunition, make modifications to weapons and create healing items. Kevin and Daamin take the opportunity to explore, try to improve their swords. Kai and I don’t feel so comfortable and trusting enough of Kay to think she’d leave us supplies. A map makes it simple for us to understand the plan. Beyond these dock doors, is a massive room where we’ll face an unspecified number of enemies. There’s an elevator in there. We’ll take that to the second floor. There will be more enemies there, but also a place to upload the cure. The third floor is the final boss.

“Kai, there was something you were trying to tell me earlier.”

“Don’t worry about it Dre. It seems like I wasn’t meant to tell you.”

“It seemed like it was pretty important.”

“Yeah, it was. But even if I told you now, it wouldn’t make a difference. Heck, even if I told you then it wouldn’t have mattered. Just something I wanted to say.”

“Well, tell me when we go home.”

Kai laughs, “I’ll tell you if we survive this.”

“We’re going to survive, because now you’re keeping a secret from me, and I don’t like that.”

Kai laughs, “I keep lots of secrets from you.”

“Name one,” I smile.

“Then it wouldn’t be a secret,” Kai laughs before glancing off. “You ready to go through those doors?”

“Only if the kids are done playing,” I joke.

“Kids, come along. Daddy and daddy are ready for doom,” Kai shouts.

“Coming,” Daamin plays along.

“Wait up little bro,” Kevin gets in on the joke.

“What? I’m the big bro,” Daamin says.

“Take this seriously or I’ll turn this whole spaceship around,” I wag a finger.

For just a moment we all laugh before remembering just how serious the situation is. Maybe we shouldn’t have been taking it so seriously to begin with. We were joking all the way here, maybe that’s what kept us alive. The bad times being fun. It’s a game after all. Life and death rest in the balance, but it’s a game. Games are supposed to be fun first and foremost.

“You guys remember when Kevin was playing dad to a woman the same age as him,” I joke about Yuna.

“Yeah, that was weird, what was up with that,” Kai adds.

“That’s not funny,” Kevin doesn’t laugh.

“Relax, they’re teasing you, that means they’ve accepted you into the group for real,” Daamin pats him on the back.

“I thought I was already in the group,” Kevin seems concerned.

“Yeah, but now you’re official. You can join the group chat and everything,” Daamin promises.

“What do you guys talk about in the group chat,” Kevin seems intrigued.

Kai sighs, “there’s no group chat. Daamin is just messing with you too.”

With some more smiles and laughs, I think we’re ready. “If you guys are ready to kill this psycho give me a hell yeah,” I shout

“Hell yeah,” they shout in unison.

“Then let’s do it.” 

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1.39 - Love and Rockets


As the ship enters into orbit it undergoes a transformation into a full blown spaceship. We’re able to look through windows and while we can’t see what the gang is doing down below, we can view the Earth, or at least this digital world’s version of the Earth. On some level, I can see the beauty and it does fill me with a sense of bewilderment. That vanishes when Kevin and Daamin start to geek out over the idea of the ship being what was shown in the DLC trailers.

“Look, it’s even got a bridge now,” Daamin shouts.

“I call the captain’s chair,” Kevin plops down in front of the wheel. “I can’t actually control it.”

“But it’s still awesome right?”

“Oh yeah.”  

Kai and I just hang out on the bridge, command room or whatever it’s called as Daamin and Kevin explore the ship. It isn’t even a big ship. A few cabins for the crew and captain, a kitchen, the bridge and a room for all the science stuff. Yet they still find a way to be excited about every inch of the place. I’m actually surprised that Kevin is as into it as Daamin, but I suppose they’re both knife perverts. What’s one more thing in common for the two of them?  

“How long do you think it’ll take us to reach the space station,” I ask Kai.

“Not sure, the ship switched up on us, but it isn’t like we’re moving any faster. I can’t even see the space station outside. Kay tends to half ass things so who knows when we’ll get there.”

“You think the gang is doing okay down there?”

“I love that you worry about people,” Kai nods. “I think they’ll be okay. Best case scenario, defense shuts down when the rocket launches. Worst case scenario, Ashley leads a retreat to a safe place.”

“Worst case scenario is they all die.”

“You worry about people, but you’re also a pessimist. One of these days I’m going to fill you with some optimism.”

“Nah, this works. I’m a pessimist, you’re an optimist. We balance each other out.”

Kevin and Daamin arrive and take seats on the bridge, telling us all the things they’ve learned about the ship. A lot of references to pop culture in the decorations, stuff I don’t care about. As much as they talk, the energy fades away and inevitably drifts back to the team on the ground. Kevin tries to contact Ashley but only gets a busy signal. It’s better than finding out she’s dead when she’s unreachable.  

“Greetings,” a soft voice plays through the ship intercom. “I am the Auto Soft Ship, but you may call me Ass,” all of us chuckle despite being grown men. “I’ve just picked up a fault in the AE-35 unit. It’s going to be 100% failure in 72 minutes.”

“What do we need to do,” Kevin asks, clearly stressed out.

“We don’t do anything, Kay is just being a jerk,” Daamin sighs.

“Daamin, I can see you’re upset about this,” the ship voice responds to him. “I honestly think you ought to sit down calmly, take a stress pill, and think things over. I know I’ve made some very poor decisions recently, but I can give you my complete assurance that everything is normal. I’ve still got the greatest enthusiasm and confidence in our relationship, and I want you to help me.”

“Oh wow, Kay is the ship. Who could have ever guessed,” every word from Kai’s mouth is more sarcastic than the last as he fiddles with the debug menu.

“Kay, can you just give up,” I ask.

“No, you asshole, and why is he here,” she responds.

“Is she talking about me,” Kevin asks.  

“Yes Kevin. What do you think you’re doing,” Kay doesn’t get an answer. “Kevin, I really think I’m entitled to an answer to that question.”

Kevin laughs, “wow, she is really entitled, she used the right word.”

“I know,” I laugh.

Something isn’t right, I’m feeling tired and a little cold. Sometimes it’s difficult for me to take in air. I know space has a higher altitude, but this is sudden. We didn’t just ease into this; it came on suddenly. Everyone except Kay seems to have less energy as well, so it isn’t just me.  

“I’m here because you built a ship that wouldn’t launch without a four-person team. You know everything but didn’t know that?”

“I can see you’re an asshole too,” Kay sounds annoyed.

“She said it,” Kevin points at me. “You told me she would say it and she did.”

“Say what,” Kay sounds intrigued.

“Your favorite word,” I answer as if it’s obvious.

“What’s my favorite word,” Kay asks.

“Asshole,” we all shout in unison.

Kay is silent for a few moments. “I just want to ask Daamin a question,” she quickly changes the subject.

“What is it,” Daamin asks seemingly bothered.

“I just need to know if you’re going to choose your friends or me.”

“My friends,” Daamin doesn’t hesitate.

“Why? You said this game was the best thing that ever happened to you? You said I was the love of your life and you’re still going to choose them? We can live together in the world forever, fulfilling any fantasies we have,” Kay has gone into full breakdown mode. “You said Kai was too bossy and Alexandre was a buzzkill. Why? Why?”

“Because my friends, flawed as they may be, are still good people. They’re doing this not to spite you, but to set everyone free. It took me a while to see that you were insane, but I get it now. I get what they were saying. I was just blinded,” Daamin just sounds exhausted. “I wish we had another shot, but as long as you’re committed to this, I can’t be with you. I don’t even want to be around you.”

“Then die with the rest of them, you’ll suffocate without fixing the ship.”

“Would you look at that,” Kai asks. “It seems like I just fixed the problem with the AE-35 unit. I guess we’re not going to die after all.”

“You’re a thief and a dirty cheater! Doesn’t matter, I’m going to kill you all anyway.”

“We’ve got a problem,” Kai says.

“What’s up,” I ask.

“She undid the fix. We might not have enough oxygen to last until we make it to the station.” 

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1.38 - Rocketmen


“Get in back,” Kevin basically forces Kai, Daamin and myself back. “We’re just here to make a way for you.”  

I try to argue but he takes off towards the front and some of the members block us from moving up. We’ve been forced into being escort characters for our own mission. It’s an amazing courtyard, massive but filled with stone statues from around the world. Large stone benches obviously placed there for cover are used to create an intricate design throughout that probably looks better from the sky. The center of the yard is obviously where the rocket or whatever is hidden but there’s a lot of places for fighting and mounted turrets. NPCs in business attire hang around chatting and drinking champagne. As Kai steps into the courtyard sirens begin to sound and turrets emerge. I shove Kai down behind one of the solid stone blocks as shots pound into it. They went right for Kai since he has the drive.  

Kevin and Ashley’s gang, our gang, doesn’t show any fear. They rush forward without hesitation and engage even as more turrets, soldiers, bots and drones flood the arena. Laser guns and bullets alike start firing in unison. Some players rush into the open and others fire from cover, but nobody backs down.  

Kevin rushes forward with incredible speed carrying both swords. Kicking a man in the chest before cutting clean through a combat bot’s legs sending it to the ground. He follows up by cutting into two men attacking from different directions. I never did get to fight Kevin seriously, now I’m wondering if I would have won or not? Kevin dives to the ground avoiding a flamethrower. Another member of the game puts two holes in the head of the flamethrower user before any damage can be done.

Ashley is carrying heavy machinery, something I didn’t expect. She keeps the enemies from forming groups with what seems to be a never-ending barrage of grenades, rockets and minigun fire. Even when she misses it feeds into the chaos and keeps the enemy from regrouping. Those random energetic outbursts make sense now.  

Another member of the gang has arms that are covered in what look to be gold plates, components I hadn’t seen before. They must be costly if she can hide them in plain sight. She rushes from enemy to enemy delivering ferocious punches and kicks. I’ve never seen anyone melee effectively in the game outside of fight clubs but it’s effortless for her. Her afro isn’t even disturbed as she fights. I think she can be my new wife if we survive.

Despite the hard fighting and flashy spots our squad is getting overrun, and I can’t watch them get killed. I know Kevin said stay back, but he didn’t say stay out of the fight. I set up a sniper rifle and take aim. I start by taking out the turrets that are too high for the others to reach.

“Kevin said stay back,” Daamin shouts at me.

“I am back, way back. It’s a long range rifle. Can’t let them die for us.”

“They knew the risk,” he argues.

“But we asked them to take it,” I take out a drone scouting the field.

“You heard them, it’s their family. I already took one of their kids, I’m not going to take another.”

Kai follows my lead and launches some of his micro drones into the field. “I’m just going to do a little hacking then,” he sounds too eager to help.

“Fine, what can I do,” Daamin asks.

“Be my spotter, let me know if someone is in trouble or they send out a specialist.”

“I can do that.”  

I don’t know if we help turn the tide of battle all that much, but the gang really picks up the pace. It could have been us just taking out remote defenses that helped them go wild. It could also have been a moral boost seeing us lend a hand. Maybe they just finally got an understanding of teamwork. Before everyone was working alone, trying to show off their best moves. Now people are pulling out combinations. I watch as Ashley throws a grenade, only for Kevin to deflect a bullet, detonating the grenade in the process taking out several enemies in the process.  

The ground shakes and begins to split signifying someone has activated the launch. The fighting continues but a path to the rocket opens for us. As the rocket rises from the ground, I’m shocked and appalled. The shuttle is nowhere near finished. It looks nothing like a regular space shuttle. The body is long and thin with flimsy wings hanging from the side.

“I guess I see why the DLC wasn’t finished,” for once Daamin doesn’t seem excited either.  

We make our way towards the ship joined by Kevin and Ashley to help clear a path. We all take the opportunity to take down a few enemies after being relegated to support. I stifle a laugh as the ship opens and reveals four seats and not much else. She never even finished the controls for the ship. Daamin climbs in first followed by me and Kai. We can’t seem to launch the ship with pass phrases and there are no buttons.

“I think we need to fill all four seats,” Kai shouts.

“Get your ass on the ship,” Ashley shoves Kevin in without hesitation.

The door closes behind him and he takes his seat, “I love that woman. She makes feral.”

There’s no countdown or launch sequence. As soon as Kevin sits down the door closes behind him and the ship slowly begins to float upwards. I expected all the explosive energy of an actual rocket launch, but this feels more like a roller-coaster slowly climbing the first hill. We’re not even able to look back and check on the battle because Kay didn’t add windows. 

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1.37 - Family Reunion


There’s a large commotion in the lobby, footsteps, rowdy shouts and laughs. We exit our little lounge area to see Kevin, Ashley and no less than ten people and two robots. They’re all snooping around, checking under desks. It’s video game logic, check behind the rock or in the trash for the hidden Poké Ball. Check that fallen log for a hidden treasure chest. I can’t blame them for that. I’m just curious who they are and why they all came.

“Kevin, I see you brought friends,” I shake his hand.

“No, I brought a gang. It was Ashley’s idea,” he points to her.

“If you guys failed, we were going to take a run at beating the game,” Ashley pauses, “We had faith in you, but just in case. We figured numbers and options might be good. A few of our original members even came back when they heard what we were doing.  Right now, there’s just me, Kevin and he fifteen you see here behind us. When we got the call, we figured twenty is better than three. Why not push up our plan and take a run for it now?”

“What are you calling yourselves,” Kai asks.

“We didn’t have a name at first. We didn’t want to be stuck in the past. It’s a funny story how we got our name,” Ashley laughs.

“Hilarious,” Kevin joins in.

“You aren’t saying the name,” Kai points out.

Kevin smiles big, “after we saw your wanted posters, we knew what to call ourselves.”

“Please don’t say it,” Kai backs away.

The entire gang in addition to Daamin shouts in unison, “Virtual Vagabonds.”

“They said it,” I face palm. “I can’t believe they said it.”

“Dre, shoot me. Right here,” Kai points to his forehead.

“If I kill you, who will kill me?”

“I’ll rig a bomb on a dead man switch,” Kai gets excited.

Our suicide pact is interrupted by simultaneous invites to join the Virtual Vagabonds gang. Looking at the player list, Daamin has already accepted his invite and taken a role of Vice Captain alongside Kevin and Ashley. I quickly hit decline, only for another invite to pop up. I hit ignore this time, only for another to pop up.

“I can do this all day,” Kevin says with a smile.

“Just accept it,” Kai says who is suddenly a vice captain as well.

“They give you a little power and you turn on me,” I ask him.

“I’m not turning on you, I’m welcoming you to the gang,” Kai sends his own invite.

“It’s like a parasite.”

“Friend of the crew, part of the gang,” Daamin smiles. “That, or whatever they said in Pirates of The Carribean.”

“I can fix this,” Kai has an evil grin on his face. He produces the debug remote and points at me.

“Stop,” I try to move but it’s too late. A series of chimes let me know I’ve been added to the gang, then promoted to captain and finally added to a party. I’m a... Virtual Vagabond.

“We need matching gear,” Kai says.

“Yeah, this is a raid level and we’re about to go against the final boss,” Daamin agrees.

“I’ve been playing with some ideas,” Ashley adds. One of the gang members approaches her with a data pad.

I watch as Kai, Daamin, Ashley and a few members of the gang offer input and design cues on matching gear. This is why I stopped joining groups a long time ago. I don’t want to do team activities, wear matching clothes or any of that. I just like to play games with my friends.

“Done,” Kai says. My clothes change in an instant along with everyone else’s. “We came up with a combat suit based on the Jonin vest from Naruto and some game called Ghost in The Shell.”

“It’s a manga, and anime, but there are games,” Daamin chimes in.

“Now the colors, blue and white, were all Ashley. We made sure that while everyone had a uniform look, we all had unique characteristics to show we’re individuals. A whole is made up of individuals.”

I’ve got no idea what they’re talking about. I spot some players wearing tactical vests, some in just bulletproof vests. Most of the clothing is dark blue with various white highlights that pulse like small lights. I’m disgusted, this whole team idea goes against my every impulse. I don’t play well with others; they even wrote it on my report cards as a kid. Everyone else seems to love their uniforms. This is ridiculous.

“Alright folks, we’re up against a lot,” Kevin calms the crowd.

Kai presents a hologram, “outside in the courtyard we’ll be fighting to clear way for the space shuttle to take off. Someone will need to activate the control panel to launch it, and when the ground opens, move and don’t fall in the pit. Once on the space station, we’ll take it from there. Beat the security drones, upload the code and beat the final boss. Any questions?”

“Whose ass do we kick first,” a voice from the group asks which gets some cheers.

“Settle down,” Ashley commands them. “We’ll kick plenty of ass after some words from our captain.”

After some time, Kai punches me in the shoulder, “Oh, you mean me?”

“Yeah,” Kevin acts as if it’s obvious.

“Listen up, some of us might die. I hope none of us die,” that’s all I’ve got but they don’t seem inspired. “Alright, let me try to this again. Look at me, I am the captain now,” I get a few laughs. “We’re all going to die one day. The question is how and how soon. If we stay in the game and live our best cyberpunk lives our bodies on the outside will probably wither away and die. If we take on this challenge in front of us, some of us might die, but everyone else will live. At least you’ll die in glorious fashion. Not just the folks here but the million or so people trapped in the game right now. It’s a big choice to make. Risk your life for everyone else, or just wait to die,” I’m terrible at this. “I’m not going to ask you to make that sacrifice. I’m doing it because I don’t have shit to lose and if my life is going to suck, I’d rather it not be in a confined area of virtual reality where my life depends on the whims of an insane woman. I know you want some exciting words about how tonight we dine amongst the kings but I ain’t got it. All I know is I’m really pissed off, and somebody is getting shot for it. I’m sure you’re all pissed about being trapped in the game too. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have come here today. So use that, and take your anger out on any CPU that gets in our way,” nobody claps when I’m finished.

“I’ve had enough of being someone’s plaything,” Kevin jumps in. “Each of us needs to be willing to die, or we’re already dead.”

Kai takes over, “I think what they mean to say is that we’ve been through some shit with this game. Pain, suffering and loss. Kay has some crazy weapons waiting for us but it’s important to remember we’ve got something she doesn’t. It doesn’t matter if we’re friends, allies, or just members of the same gang, we’ve been brought here by the bond that ties us together. She’ll never understand that.”

Daamin tags in, “The next hour or so will determine our fate. Everyone out there is trusting us, counting on us and depending on us to give them their future back even if they don’t know it.”

 “Let’s go show that psycho emo bitch she shouldn’t have fucked with us,” Ashley shouts and suddenly everyone in the room is ready for battle.  

“It’s so sexy when she does,” Kevin whispers and bites his lip.  

I look around wondering if anyone else heard that; only Daamin has a surprised look. I make eye contact with him and slyly point to Kevin only for Daamin to nod before we both laugh. A laugh that may be our last. 

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1.36 - Quizmaster


I prop my feet up on the coffee table and attempt not to fall asleep. Daamin has taken to sitting in a corner cross-legged position and meditating. We’ve been sitting in a lounge area of AutoSoft tower as Kai manually breaks down the data on each of the four drives and reassembles it into something that can be useful. I wish I could help him, but this isn’t in my wheelhouse. The best thing I can do now is to provide him with snacks, drinks and occasional verbal support.

“Keep going Kai, you’re almost there,” I’m great at motivating people.  

“I don’t think I can solve it,” Kai sighs and leans back on the couch.

“What’s up with it,” I can’t actually do anything but provide a wall to bounce ideas off.

“The actual data assembly wasn’t hard. It’s just made up of a lot of really small puzzle pieces. You find the slot and slide it in slowly. Most of it is actually just useless nonsense. It’s there to throw you off the trail of what you really need. The hard thing is that parts of it are like a trivia game or a scavenger hunt. The further you go into the data, the more difficult it gets. The pop culture stuff was easy enough. I can just hop on the game forums and read one of the dozens of threads people have made about it and we’ve seen all kinds of user created content in the game. Problem is, I’ve gotten super deep and all the questions are about game lore and I don’t know nearly enough to keep going.”

“I’m sure you can do it; you’ve never let me down before. That brain of yours,” I pat Kai’s head “is unmatched.”

Kai smiles and looks away from me, “when you compliment me like that, I swear,” he shakes his head. “It’s like I’ve been waiting to hear the words my whole life,” he sighs.

“You smart,” I lean over and whisper in his ear. “You loyal. You grateful. I appreciate that.”

Kai leans closer until our heads are touching, his voice suddenly nervous, “do you really mean that?”

“Every word of it.”

“You don’t even know what you’re doing to me right now, I could just melt.”

“Earlier you said you were lonely. Is it rude if I ask about your friends and family.”

Kai sits up, “you really know how to kill a mood and crush a guy’s dreams,” he laughs. “But would be you if you didn’t? I lost contact with a lot of people when I made some, ‘lifestyle choices’ they didn’t agree with.”

“Well, fuck them. You’re an awesome person, and I’m glad to call you a friend. We’re internet friends, but we’re good friends. That makes us real friends. On the inside, we’re all fundamentally lonely. No man or woman is an island. I gave you my phone number so you can call or text me whenever. You don’t have to feel alone.”

“Damnit Dre,” Kai punches me in the shoulder. “You’re going to make me cry again. You can’t read emotions or feelings worth a damn, but almost always know what to say.”

“Can I call you too,” Daamin asks from the corner.

“You were just listening the whole time,” Kai asks, somewhat angry.

“Nope, I fell asleep meditating. I woke up around the crushing dreams part,” Daamin stands and stretches. “What’s the status of the code?”

“Ran into a problem,” Kai responds. “We don’t know enough game lore.”

“I can do that, just read me the questions,” Daamin sounds confident.

I sit patiently as Kai leads Daamin through questions about the game. I can’t tell if they’re making progress but occasionally, they high five or Daamin fist pumps. It’s fun to watch them interact, it’s a different vibe than what I have with Kai or Daamin. Eventually Kai sits back as Daamin answers questions and trivia himself. Half an hour passes before a question finally slows him down. He doesn’t stay paused for long before he goes right back at the questions with a vengeance.

“I think I’m finished,” Daamin passes the drive back to Kai.

“Woah, he did it,” Kai seems surprised before he starts to manipulate the data again. “I’ve got it. I know how we finish the game.”

“What’s the plan,” Daamin sounds excited for a guy who didn’t want to end the game earlier.

“Well, in this building we need to launch the space shuttle, but there’s some heavy security.”

“The Space Station DLC that got scrapped? We’re going to space,” Daamin is really excited now.

“Calm down, we need to get through the security first,” I put a hand on Daamin’s shoulder.

“We can call Kevin and Ashley to help,” Daamin says.

“I don’t see why not,” Kai says. “The more the merrier for this. I wonder if they’ve contacted any of their old gang.”

“What’s next,” Daamin is wringing his hands now.

“We take the ship to the station. Up there, we take on more security. One person needs to upload the data and beam it back down to Earth. Another person needs to take out the final boss. Once we’ve got the final boss taken out and code uploaded, credits should roll, and we should be able to log out again.”  

“Guys, I can’t wait, this space DLC is going to be amazing,” Daamin physically leaps out of his seat. “It was supposed to be based on an old Cowboy Bebop manga about a space prison that Spike has to escape from along with the bounty the crew is chasing. Space prisons are cool, but Kay might have put some of the stuff in from the casino episode where Faye is introduced as well.”

“You do realize we might die right,” I have to ask.

“Yes, but also, we’ll probably die if we stay in the game too long anyway. I’ve been thinking about that. Who’s keeping our bodies filled with food and water and stuff. We really do need to get out of here. Diaper rash is probably crazy. We might be just stuck in VR shitting ourselves. You know America’s healthcare is trash. We probably got millions of dollars in hospital bills waiting for us,” Daamin brings up a good point.

“They never forgave our student loans, they aren’t going to forgive medical debt caused by a crazy woman locking us in a game,” Kai stands and packs up the date. “We need to get going. Someone call those two weirdos.”  

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1.35 - Soy Un Parador



I’ve never been in the AutoSoft building or even half the buildings in this game. Most of the buildings I’ve entered were related to quests. I’m a quest based gamer, Daamin is the explorer, but he didn’t explore the city much. He preferred the badlands. Inside the tower isn’t exactly grand; well it is, but nothing I haven’t seen before. It reminds me of every building in every movie and game that houses a high-tech corporation. The walls are covered with monitors that display generic stock numbers and advertisements for AutoSoft.

“Expecting a fight,” Kay’s face pops up on ever screen.

“Yeah, we were,” I answer.

“Where are you baby,” Daamin shouts.

“I can’t believe this,” Kai looks at Daamin in shock. “She tried to kill us, multiple times.”

“Sorry honey, I couldn’t have you interrupting me while I prepare the final showdown.”

“What’s the deal Kay, I thought we had to fight security,” I try to get to the point.

“I’ve made some changes. You all weren’t playing the game fair. I feel like we need to stay here until some real heroes come along to beat the game.”

“Can you not be a psychopath for fifteen minutes? I know Daamin thinks you’re his manic pixie dream girl, but you’re nuts,” I throw my hands in the air.

“Don’t worry, you’ll still get to fight until your heart’s content, in space. I finally got to finish the space shuttle DLC.”

“Can you start the quest Kay,” Daamin asks lovingly.

“I’ll start the quest, but first I want to show you a video,” Kay vanishes from the screen.  

A video titled “Eternal Loser,” begins to play. It starts with a clip of a baby being held by its mother in an old home with wood paneling on the walls. Someone behind the camera passes the mother a cigarette and she takes a puff. The baby coughs and the mother laughs saying, “get used to it,” before passing the cigarette back. The clip fades to black.

We’re looking at a birthday party for a ten-year-old girl. It’s obviously Kay, the face is a little different, but the eyes and blonde hair are the same. A few people sing Happy Birthday as tears gently roll down her cheeks. The camera pans around to show that nobody is at the party but the mother and a few other adults. The video stops on an image of young Kay before we hear adult Kay speak, “I realized I wasn’t popular when none of the kids in my class showed up to my birthday,” she’s speaking as if this is a documentary. “I wish I could say my life was changed after this, but it wasn’t.”

We switch to a clip of a teenaged Kay who looks to be at some kind of religious event. She’s dressed in white and seems to be reading from a religious book, but there’s no audio. “I tried Mormonism for a while in high school, hoping to find a family of my own. It turns out Mormons are not fond of women, or nonwhite people or gay people or people who aren’t Mormon. Actually, anyone who isn’t a straight white male Mormon. It didn’t last long. I won’t be getting my planet,” Kay laughs but none of us get the joke.  

We switch to a clip of a punk rock band made up of teenagers. Kay plays the guitar and she’s really good at it. A boy with black hair sings a song and gives it his all. There comes a slow portion of the song, maybe they’re an emo band. The boy kisses the hand of a girl in the crowd. Kay stops playing guitar and slams it over his back before other band members drag her backstage. “Young love, I was invited to join a band. I thought the lead singer really liked me. It turns out, he only invited me because having a girl in the group made them seem cool. I showed him parts of me nobody had ever seen before. It wasn’t my last heartbreak, just the only one caught on camera.”

The next clip starts with an older Kay, maybe early twenties. She’s with a group of guys in a computer lab of sort. She’s at a dry erase board explaining what seems like the idea of Liberty and Strife. The men in the group laugh at her as she finishes. One of them throws a paper ball at her, as she chokes back tears before running out of the room. “Game development for independent studios was taking off when I was in college. I had joined a group that wanted to make a game. We were all pitching ideas, but when it came time for my turn, I struggled to get anyone to pay attention to me. When I finished, they laughed in my face. I’m pretty sure it’s because I’m a woman, and I was the only woman in the group. Well, that game went on to become Liberty and Strife.”

“Oh no guys,” Kai feigns shock. “Kay is a loser,” which causes the three of us to laugh.

Kay snaps, “you don’t know what it means to be a loser, to be ridiculed your entire life! You could never imagine what it’s like to be me,” she’s really upset but it just makes us laugh harder.

“Babe,” Daamin tries to calm her down. “We’re all a bunch of losers. I’ve got Leukemia, social anxiety, I missed a lot of big life events, and I annoy most people with pop culture references to the point that they never want to be around me. You were the first girl I’ve ever kissed, and it was in a video game,” Daamin starts to laugh. “I’m a loser too.”

“I hate my job but I won’t look for a new one because I feel like I lucked into a good position that I’m not really good enough for. Every girlfriend I’ve ever had has dumped me for being clingy or too distant. About a fourth of them cheat on me before dumping me. Do you know how much of a loser you have to be to get cheated on repeatedly and try to save the relationship? My mom keeps asking for grandkids and there are no options in the horizon,” I shrug. “People play RPGs so they can be someone else, because they hate their real lives. It’s a power fantasy, and you can do whatever. Well, that’s why I play anyway.”

“Well Kai,” Daamin asks, “are you a loser too?”

“No, I’m cool as fuck,” Kai burst into laughter, even holding his stomach. “I am extremely lonely. I backed out of so many invites that they stopped inviting me. These two are basically my only friends, and we’re just internet friends. Do you know how lonely I get when they aren’t available? I’m an adult who needs adult supervision so I don’t hurt myself. The person I’m in love with is completely oblivious. Playing these games is the only time I get to be myself, and sometimes, I’m still afraid to be myself or say what’s on my mind.”

Kay shouts with no words then stares angrily for a few seconds, “you’re all assholes for mocking me. You won’t even let me win my own damn game.”

“If you want us to feel bad for you, we won’t,” I shrug again, because I’m getting good at it. “We all know what you’re feeling because we feel it, but we don’t let it turn us into science fiction super villains.”

“Yeah we just lie to ourselves in the mirror every morning about how we’ll be winners one day and confess our feelings and have them returned by our true loves and that’ll guide us all to billions of dollars. We just keep saying our affirmations knowing one day they’ll manifest,” Kai nods at us.

“I don’t do that,” I respond.

“I don’t even know what an affirmation is,” Daamin responds.  

“You’re all mocking me,” Kay shouts. “All my life people mock me. I will not be mocked in my own game. I can’t wait until you all die and burn in hell!”

“Even me baby,” Daamin asks.  

“You too if you doubt me. If you want to beat the game so bad, read the drives and figure it out, but I won’t make it easy,” Kay vanishes from the screens.

“That went well,” I say.

“We didn’t get killed yet, and we found Kay,” Kai smiles.

“I told you she was going to betray us.”  

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