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Underground eXperts United
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Presents...
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[ AI ] [ By The GNN ]
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"AI"
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by THE GNN/DC/uXu
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"Visions, of the future..."
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(trust)
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As he entered the arcade, he knew that this was something special. During
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the last years, arcade games had only been dumb machines who did what
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you told them to do when you pulled and pushed a joystick.
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But this was different. This was new. Everybody knew that the Virtual
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Reality thing that came twenty years ago was amazing but that was only
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child's play. The new AI games was the future. As always, there had been
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some hard criticism against the AI arcades and some people claimed that
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they had been brain-washed while playing. "Bullshit", he thought.
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Some people just can't stand new technology.
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Everything was silent in the big room. Arcades used to be noisy places
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with sounds screaming from every direction. But now it was only
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chairs, with people sitting in them with a large helmet over their
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heads. Their eyes were dead, you could look straight into them but
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they wouldn't see you. They were at another place in their minds.
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What happened in their brains was a secret. He found it rather nice
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that no one could watch what he did when he played. It made him
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feel free, and that was the purpose. He loved it. Everybody did.
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He looked around in the silent black room. Only one chair with the sign
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"World War I" was free. He walked to it and sat down in the comfortable
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chair. A voice started immediately to talk to him from above his head,
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where the helmet was placed. "Welcome to World War I. Please place the
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helmet over your head and wait". He already knew what would happen.
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He had played before. A few seconds passed and then "Welcome. The scanning
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of your files shows that you are healthy enough to play". That was
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something he didn't like. It used to say "completely healthy" but now
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it said "healthy enough". Could be anything which made it say that,
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from a small cold to cancer. Frustrating. "Your credit shows 10 ecu which
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is enough for you to play for 20 minutes. Do you want to continue?"
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It's strange how nice the voice gets when it talks about money he thought.
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"Yes", he said with a low voice. He didn't have to say it, the machine knew
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it already from the positive waves in his brain.
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He ran. The gun in his hand felt uncomfortable heavy. The ground was muddy
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and it rained. Explosions and machine-gun fire was everywhere. Screams,
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blood and death. The rain felt like stones from the black sky. His brown
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uniform was wet. He had already killed many people when they attacked
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the small camp. But the backup from the german army was tougher than they
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ever could imagine. They must retreat.
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He ran. Only one mile left, then he would be back in safety.
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He made it. He survived. Life went on. He fought a couple of years more
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on the front and he survived every attack. More years passed.
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After six years, the war was over. He could go home.
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<CLICK> "YOUR TIME IS UP!" <CLICK>
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Light and a dizzy vision of himself sitting in the chair with
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a hi-score table floating over his face. He looked around and watched
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the big digital clock on the black wall beside him. Twenty minutes
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had passed. But he had been gone for longer than that. "Damn!", he thought.
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If he had got more credits on his account he could have fucked his AI
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wife in the game and later been elected to a AI president. He knew
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that because a friend of his had also played the game, but with more
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credits. It wasn't so bad anyway. He had been in the war, and six years
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was quite alright. "Ready?" a girl asked him who probably had waited
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for a while. She looked quite irritated. It was normal that people
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who just had left the AI game just sat and stared into the wall. They
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had a whole life to remember and that was rather overwhelming. He
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cleared his mind, looked at her, nodded and walked away. She sat down
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and placed the helmet over her head. "Welcome...".
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He felt quite relieved to hear some noise again. The street was as usual
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packed with cars who made a terrible sound compared to the silence in
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the arcade. His head was still a bit heavy from the WW1 experience
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but it would go away after a few hours. This time he didn't take any
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pills to forget all about it. He used to do that all the time when he first
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started to play. The memories was too much for him to handle. But now
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he just wanted to remember the shooting and explosions for a while.
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They would go away and disappear after a few days anyway. He liked
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the war games most of all. Many he knew only played "Life of..." games,
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which were games where you could be just another human, living a
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normal life. He didn't understand how people could play that kind of
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games. No action, just being someone else. "I spent 300 ecu once and
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lived a whole life in another town! It was great!", his girlfriend
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once said. That hurt! He said that if she didn't like the life she had
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with him, then she could go back and live her life in the arcade forever!
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She tried to explain, but he didn't care to listen.
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A memory came back when he sat on the bus home. He had met a soldier in
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the game who turned out to be a german spy. He had been in charge of
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the execution. He chuckled and felt once again the good feeling of the
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kill. It was a strange feeling to have absolutely no idea who you
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really was in the game. But that was a part of it all.
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How could it be fun to live another life if you knew that you weren't
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that person? It would loose the charm if you ran around with an axe in
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ancient times, hunting trolls, knowing all the time that you are an
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18-year old, living in the 20th century with no action at all.
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How could you feel any pain if you knew it was faked?
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He got some sand in his eyes when the bus rumbled away and continued.
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The sun shined on him. A short walk and then he was in front of his house.
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A small string of smoke came from the chimney and floated away with the
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light breeze. In the garden
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hi-score table
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<CLICK> "YOUR TIME IS UP!" <CLICK>
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silence
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Call INFO ADDICT - Home of Underground eXperts United +46-###-####
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I would like to get in touch with other textfile writers around the globe.
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Mail me a letter: THE GNN, P.O.BOX 5, 79023 SVARDSJO, SWEDEN.
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