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Underground eXperts United
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[ Worlds ] [ By The GNN ]
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WORLDS
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by THE GNN/DCS/uXu
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I knew what his problem was the moment he entered the pub. He had that
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unique kind of perplexed look. In fact, his whole presence was paranoid; he
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was desperately looking for signs that would reveal his present whereabouts.
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Futile, indeed! There is no way you can tell where you are.
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As it was only me and him (and the bartender of course) in the facility,
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I guessed that he would not mind me talking to him.
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"Isn't it a bit early in the morning for drinking?"
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He gulped down his whiskey shot and ordered one more.
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"You don't seem to mind...", he mumbled.
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"No, but I'm a professional! A.L Coholic! Pleased to meet you!"
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I grabbed his hand and shook it. He did not look up.
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"I'm lost..." he said with a sad voice.
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"I know."
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"You do?!" he said and turned to me. "How... do you know?"
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"I've seen guys like you many times before."
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"Where am I?"
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"Does that matter?"
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"Yes! Yes, it does! It matter really fucking much! Tell me where I am!"
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I patted him on the shoulder and ordered some more whiskey. I had a
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little story to tell him. Better have some supplies on the way. I had told
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this story many times. It was really nothing special. But it usually cheered
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people like him up.
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"How did you get lost?" I started.
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"I got drunk and... well..."
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"Lost count?"
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"Yes."
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"Fine! Now, let me tell you: you're not the only one! That happens all
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the time! It has happened to me many times! The thing is to exploit the
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situation. Why was New World invented? For the sake of freedom! What we
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might not do in Real World, we can do in the New World. You're not afraid
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that you're lost in the New World - you're afraid to be lost in the Real
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World! Isn't that so? Because if you were in the Real World now... and some
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crazed guy approached you... and he pulled out a gun... that bullet would
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actually kill you, not like in the New World, where you just feel a sting
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and then wake up again."
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"True..."
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"Some weeks ago I picked up a lady in this bar. We went home to my place
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and did the shit. Afterwards, while we were still drunk, we decided to play
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around with the Worlds. I have a interface at home, so we didn't have to
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go to any arcade. We went back and forth a number of times. The next
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morning she was really depressed. She was married, you know. What happened
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was not supposed to happen. What did I do? Well... I just told her: don't
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worry honey it actually didn't happen! We screwed in New World, not in the
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Real World, so there's no reason to be sad! That comforted her! She went
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home to her husband and now... well, I guess she lives a happy life."
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The guy gulped down some more whiskey.
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"I see your point", he said. "You lied. You didn't fuck in New World, but
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in the Real one. But to her, the concepts makes a big difference."
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"You got it. It makes a difference for all of us."
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He rose from his bar stool.
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"But you see - I really want to know where I am..."
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"You're in the Real World"
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He said thanks and left. I turned to the bartender and ordered some more
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liquor. The guy would be just fine. He would go home and live his life as he
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had always done, occasionally going down to some arcade and travel back and
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forth to the other world. I say 'the other world' not 'New World' (or 'Real
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World') either for that sake, because I do not know where I am. I lost count
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many years ago.
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uXu #526 Underground eXperts United 1999 uXu #526
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Call THE YOUNG GODS -> +351-1XX-XXXXX
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