"If you play a game, you play to win, right?" Icewolf asked. A college student with unkempt black hair. If anyone had told him a year ago that he would be sitting in a penthouse suite decked out like a Bond villain's lair six months after aliens invaded, about to enter the virtual reality game that was central to their society, he would have dismissed them as a troll. It was emblazoned with the Omnitech Industries logo, a giant steel pylon being struck by lightning.Īlan shook his head, then stared out the window. He was leaner than Alan remembered the light grey jumpsuit he wore fit him like a glove. And you need to treat it like one." Icewolf sat back in his chair. "Sure, it's a virtual reality massively multiplayer online role playing simulation that was designed to replace all war, but it's still a game. That if you conquer a planet in the Game, you control it in reality." "You told me that the Game affects real life. "Remember, it's just a game," Icewolf said.
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