The machine let off steam and released a kettle-like sound.

It was too much for Fred. The ceiling of his new room literally fell on his head. It seemed like the room was shrinking from day to day, just as much that he barely noticed it but not too much to become too suspicious.

Everything became too much, so he decides to take a break. He logs out, and wanders through the lobby, pondering what to do. Since integration will take some time, he could just let everything run on autopilot.

"Their strategy is sneaky. "

"Everything is automated, the Officials will not even know that I am gone."

He mumbled to himself.

"I wonder which adventure Sam is experiencing right now. I wish I could text her."

"Roxy!"

"What's up Fred?"

"You don't know? You didn't listen?"

"As requested from you, I interact with a story after the command 'Roxy!' -in a deep serious voice!- only
and, as especially mentioned by you, temporary only."

"Ooh, I already forgot about that. I was to long in, am I?"

"You have been longer..."

"Please check my parameters."

"..."

"You are good."

"The Officials become more and more sneaky. Did they get an update?"

"Yes, a fresh v77. '... with now cutting-edge technology to give you the experience you deserve.'"

"Well, I hope they didn't fixed the exploit 108?!"

"Don't worry dear, they haven't got the faintest idea."

[To be continued]

Bodhilama
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